As she thought about it, Cielvini couldn't help but feel angry again. Shouldn't he at least say something to help her? Yet he had vanished without a trace. How could she have forgotten to ask him yesterday where he had gone…? Ugh, wait, wait, what was she even thinking about?
Another day was almost over, and it seemed that none of this work had anything to do with her. What should she do? If she couldn't find a job, she would really be kicked out tomorrow. Her stepmother's health wasn't good; it wouldn't be right to make her live under a bridge, would it?
Cielvini sat on a bench by the street, dazed, watching the hurried passersby, her little face scrunched up in worry.
A sanitation worker was sweeping the street closer and closer. Oh no, she couldn't possibly have fallen so low as to be sweeping the roads, could she?
But if she could earn a little money today by sweeping, she would be more than willing.
