er's v

And unfortunately, it was my job to clean up after them. Okay, not exactly my job, but the person doing it before got sick so I volu

ut the male guest always finding a way to smack my ass, I was placed in the bar. The manage

e the table the last finishing scrub before I stood up

le are pigs." I sneered. He laughed from beh

t the table," I turned the sneer t

I'm

?" He asked, pointing at the las

back before I took a step which surprised me.

never listen. You know, when I first applied to work in the hotel, I was made a cleaner. He promoted me because he got

id

et me c

as true. Mr. Miller was a good man. He had been working as a manager for years and he did a great job. He barely took vacations or did anything with his family until I came alo

doing any

l be waiting for me. They didn't have a babysitter, I couldn't afford one but fortunately, I could leave them with my neighbor who loved children

Miller!" I screamed,

. Always the boys, never the girls. Well, on

nce as requested, I have lived in Las Vegas with my children. I could never stop being grateful to that man, even if he ended up forgetting I existed. At least, he helped me find a home and gave me money to begin my life. Lavender was

ially

poorly built, and not a good place to raise kids, but it was better than being homeless. I had too much to

econd floor so it wasn't that difficult to climb up the stairs. The elevator of the gray building no longer work

n, feeding, and clothes. They ought to be going to a good school, not sitting at home and waiting for me to get enough money to send them back to school. Their father was a billionaire or even more, but they were stuck in poverty with me. We ate from hand to mouth, sc

rt was how much they lo

and hugging her big, patched plushie as she would always do. Since she turned three, she learned to stand behind t

rd to care for five children on my own and I almost gave in to adoption, to selling them off, but I couldn't, I couldn't bear to do it. When I remembered the hours I spent bringing them

as, parentin

uplets. Her personality was like the walking embodiment of a saint. She was kind to a fault and so polite it was hard for me to decide if it was a bad or s g

could carry her. I could see that her cinnamon brown hair had been bra

oungest who had slept off on the couch. Zayne, the youngest, rubbed his eyes tiredly and yawned. Wh

ack. Did you cry? Di

nly the two eldest loved bickering, the rest didn't. Zyaire was too easygoing and playful to bully anyone, an

and kindness, coupled with his face made him an angel. He wasn't much of a talker and he would never be pleased if anyone got hurt f

ly. His eyes brightened immediately, making me

e boys with my green eyes, but that also didn't mean he looked anything like me. None of them did, which was the most painful part. The eldest

n. Heat built up in my chest like it usually did whenever I saw her in her apron. The little darling learned how to cook when she was three. She loved cooking and acting

, boss

he pizza box away. "Zyaire, drop that box before I shove your little weeny into your nose!" She barked, making Zyaire flinch