In a neighborhood fit for poverty, with rundown homes and dead grass, an area that looked dirty with trash littered everywhere and graffiti all over the place was a family of three. A single hard-working mother who was working two jobs to support her two children. One boy and one girl, both of them were precious to her. They meant the world to her, and she would not trade anything for them.
"Alex, Tina, dinner is ready." A mature woman who had a few gray hairs here called to her children. She looked to be still in be her work attire as if she had just got home from work. Showing that she went straight to cooking the moment she arrived. Not even giving herself time to relax or even change out of her work attire and into her next set of clothing.
