Chapter 8

Deiseree’s POV

When I arrived at the post office, I quickly changed my clothing so they wouldn’t become much dirtier, given they were already slightly dirty. I tied my hair into a bun and took the mop.

“Are you here to work again, Eree?”

“Yes, Uncle Jeff.”

“You’re young, but weren’t you tired? You seemed to have worked a lot all day; why did you come here anyway? Your tiredness was obvious on your face. You should give yourself a rest or else you’ll get sick,” the guard inquired after watching me begin working.

I smiled and sighed. “Oh, Uncle Jeff! Deiseree Clemente doesn’t have the words tired and exhaustion in her dictionary. In fact, I don’t even have enough jobs to provide for the needs of my siblings, including paying the debts left by our father. If I had enough time, I’d get more jobs,” I said in a long litany.

“Life is hard, Deiseree, but don’t deny yourself a break. Even machines get some rest or else they’ll break do