"One cheeseburger with an egg, please..." The endless orders were tormenting her. Even worse, the awful concoction from the smells of beefs, eggs and tomatoes seasoned with sweaty armpits nearly choke her to death. Her soles were killing her. But, she endured; she put up with the routine.
"Give me a Big Mac!" "Extra fries, please." "Two chicken burgers and one beef burger." "Don't want the tomatoes, thank you." She worked and worked to get more glucose burnt to pump in more energy for her muscles.
All of a sudden, numbness overwhelmed her. Time rolled on slow as a tear stream down from the corner of her eye... She missed home.
"Excuse me, Miss," a voice knocked her back. "Could you please make it fast 'cos I've got a kid out there waiting for me?!"
* * *
"The shop is having a good business," she called with good o' jolly voices. She talked about the food. She talked about the prices. She talked about her housemates. She talked about the bus... She never complained.
Finally, she hung up the phone. Tears had already welled up to a pool in her eyes.
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