♢Devil's Corruption♢

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned."

I was kneeling before my bed just like my mother had taught me. Hands clasped together, praying to God, praying for forgiveness.

My mother always said the only way to show your faith was by practicing it everyday. Praying every night, repenting every night. It was so ingrained into me that even now, at age 23, I still couldn't break habits. Though my faith was slowly fading.

Not out of loss of belief, but in my attempt to be nothing like my mother.
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"Natalya! Take section 6. We got a busy lunch," Maria yelled from the kitchen. She was the manager at Quickie Diner, where I worked, a small restaurant on the intersection. It was usually filled with truckers and travelers. It was in perfect position to eat lunch before heading into town.

After 2 years of community college, I'd dropped out because I couldn't afford it anymore. I'd been working odd jobs for years making my way through, waiting for my break in life

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