She walked around the corner with her Cape Coffee apron still on. She glanced at the detailed building, with its expense flats and rich tenants lounging on their verandas.
She continued walking and the area became rougher and rougher as she found a spot next to the bus stop.
The bus, as usual, arrived 10 minutes late, making her home that much later to her rundown house across the tracks.
She handed the babysitter a $20, who left scoffing, thrusting the crying baby into her arms.
“It was a rough day,” she mumbled behind the fleeing babysitter.
She signed as she soothed her sobbing child in one arm as she counted out the rest of her tips with the other hand. Two dollars.
“Someday little one, you will live up high and not worry about two dollars…”
Word Count: 144
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