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job at the grocery store where she worked

as a saleslady in the cold meat deli.

The shame I had to endure, seeing

school mates walk in there, seeing my

mother serving at the deli multiplied when

I ended up working with her. While other

people planned their futures, I stayed the

same. I was the constant. Stuck in a

vicious cycle of working, eating, and

sleeping.