Enough of the pleasantries...this is me.

Hi. The name's Donna! As one would say, I am not 'impressionable'. I do not have the striking good looks, most-if-not-all, have been dying to have. And I am fine with that. I'm used to it.

I get by with my life knowing that I go from here, to there, at the exact day and time, I usually have to go by. All in the 'program of life' as one would say.

You see, I was happy---no. contented. With what I have. As long as I have roof over my shoulders, I am happy....or so I thought.


The day started as it normally does. I walk out from the door. Locking it behind me, as I walk out. I am going to work. Again. Early in the morning. 7am. Enough time to walk towards the bus in the corner of the street. Enough time to walk to my destination, while thinking to myself different nuances I consider trivial, to think about. Today I was thinking about my life. How long has it been since I started working? Five years? No, I think longer. Eight? Maybe nine. Till I finally sighed, "Ten". Wow! Ten freakin' years!

I started as a service crew, in a fast food joint nearby. I was still studying then. But started early with the workforce out of necessity. I never had someone to take care of me....I take care of everybody. My mother, my nana, my brother, and our little sister. We had no father---I HAD to be the father.

I'm glad I survived. I'm glad we ALL survived those days. If anybody asked me how I did it, I probably wouldn't know what to answer. But I did. I got through it. They all grew up. Had a family of their own. Lived, died, laughed, cried. And now, here I am. Alone.

I sniffled a small tear as I wiped my face with one hand, wiping my thoughts along with it.

And now I am facing the bus station. Standing in front of the door, waiting for it to open. I hopped inside, and fumbled through the way towards an open seat as the vehicle moves to our destination...

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