Crave

How did I get Here?

Nyota looked in the long dressing room mirror as she buttoned up the fresh white chef coat and asked herself for the twentieth time this week, "what am I doing back here?" She just had returned from a year hiatus out in St. Louis in the middle of winter. Upon her return to the small, country city town of Toledo she also had her fourth and last child in December. Fully recovered and ready to get back to making her own money, Spring is just breaking forth it's the month of May and she has returned to the job she left suddenly in the wake of family and personal struggles, Buffet Galore. She had became so bored upon her last stint in this place but she was sticking it out working a little over a year before her world at home started to finally fall after years of barely standing. Even though a lot women in Nyota's age group of late 20s early 30s were single mothers or in relationships, Nyota married her children's father 2 weeks before the birth of their first son. She smiled when she thought about how proud she was that day belly full of baby standing down in the courthouse just her and her child's father. She laughed at the face people made when she would tell them she got married at a murder trial (it was an appeal hearing for a murder sentence but whatever). It didn't take long for the hurtful memories of their young union to start streaming right after that, and it broke her heart a little. She shakes off the bad thoughts and looks at the picture of her children she took this morning and smiles at all the love reactions they receive on social media. Taking another deep breath as first shift starts to pile in the large bathroom she plants a smile on her face and makes her way down the long, wide lit hallway flowing with employees and makes her way to her destination, not realizing her destiny was about to change.