Started At Starbucks

The alarm blared, a harsh contrast to the quiet anxiety that had kept you tossing and turning most of the night. Your mother’s voice, shouting from the kitchen, jolted you fully awake.

“Amelia, wake up! You’ll be late for the interview! Come down, have your breakfast!”

You admired her strength, her unwavering determination even after everything. Getting out of bed, you headed for a quick shower, the water doing little to wash away the knot of nerves in your stomach. This job wasn't just about you; it was for her, for both of you. After dressing in your formal suit and double-checking your documents, you grabbed one of Mom’s special sandwiches and headed out, the weight of expectation heavy on your shoulders. The cab ride felt long, your mind racing with possibilities and fears. Arriving at the office building, a wave of nervousness washed over you as you stepped inside.