Chapter 2

• "Don't worry, Asher, I'll take care of it; you don't have to do anything because you've already done so much for me," I said, humiliated that he had to struggle because of my troubles.
• "Shut up, sis, don't even talk like this again, I won't tolerate it, you're my little sister, my responsibility, and most importantly, my lovely little sister, how can I not care for you, it's my right after all," he said seriously, honestly after leaving Los Angeles, where I spent my entire childhood with some of the most wonderful people.
• Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered the wonderful times we shared and our special brother-sister love.
• I hurriedly put the phone on silent, closed my eyes, and sighed deeply. I couldn't cry here; otherwise, he'd feel terrible if he heard my sobbing voice.
• I returned normalcy to the phone. "Bro, I'll contact you later; I suppose a motel is already here," says the narrator. "And now, don't worry about me; I'll be alright." I persuaded him and hung up the phone.
• I got off the bus and looked up to see a hotel in front of me on New York's Central Road.
• I stepped off the bus and glanced up to see a hotel in front of me on Central Road in New York.
• Slowly making my way towards it, I came across someone reading a newspaper on the motel's counter.
• I discovered a tag for it on his table, so he must be a receptionist.
• I approach him and clear my throat to get his attention.
• Finally, he raised his eyes to mine.
• "I need a place to stay for a week," I said, secretly begging with God to be with me through this trying period in my life.
• He nodded as he gazed up at me.
• "Miss, may I have your ID card?" he said, and I nodded while pulling my ID card from my backpack.
• After completing all of the necessary procedures, he hands me the key to a room; thank goodness the accommodations in this hotel are inexpensive and affordable.
• I opened the door to the room, which was fortunately clean and lovely.
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• Not only that, but it also has a workstation next to the bed.
• I swiftly stow my belongings, despite the fact that it is only a little suitcase with plenty of clothing and my backpack.
• I promptly booted up my computer and went to Google to look for work that would allow me to live here.
• Finally, after two hours of sitting in front of the pc, I found a waitress job in a café, which was a twenty-minute walk from here.
• I mentally high-five myself, telling myself that now is the proper moment and that this is a great opportunity to do something nice for myself, yet my eyelids feel drowsy as a result of my exhausted body and mind.
• I opted to take a nap in the hopes that tomorrow a new day will bring a new beginning for me.