Finding Happiness

I was riding the bus home from work. I looked like I've been running away from an untamed, wild lion. I was out of breath and so flipping tired that I couldn't even move from my seat. I could barely turn my head to look around. I had to run all the way here so I wouldn't miss the my bus. I barely made it to the subway station and when I got on the bus, I collapsed into a seat. My hair was all out of the ponytail and my uniform was filled with food stains because of the clumsiness of the new girl.

I took off the bonnet we had to wear with the uniform and sighed. I hate this waitress job so much but I know I can't quit because it helps me pay my rent, keep food on the table, and take care of my son. Yeah, that's right, I'm a single mother trying to take care of 4 year old boy.

My son sleeps in the bedroom while I sleep on the couch-bed in the living room. Our apartment is always cleaned and everything is always right. I grew up after 3 months of crying over him. I moved away with the help of my grandparents before they died 2 months after that. My grandma 3 days before my grandpa. I couldn't take all of those judging eyes back in my own town. No one knew who got me pregnant. No one knew that Leon was my first and only time. Leon didn't even know I was pregnant.

But Leon will always be the second best thing to happened to me because he brought the best thing to happen to me, Raphael. Leon would always be my first love and no one could ever compare.

Everything worked out for the better, I was meant to be alone for the rest of my life and I see that now.