Yesnia Amador—nicknamed Yessy, or Jesse in English—woke up as she usually did. Her life was defined by routine: wake up, shower, and grab a quick breakfast before heading to her classes at the community college.Aging out of the foster care system had taught her resilience. She was finally free from the "foster nightmares," her personal name for the parade of abusive parents she had been assigned to throughout her life. Between school and her part-time job at the local tavern, she knew things could be worse; in fact, they had been much worse.At five feet, five inches tall, she wasn't considered short for her ethnicity, but she wasn't particularly tall either. She had light skin, long curly black hair, and deep brown eyes.“New day, new opportunity”, she muttered as she walked out the door of her small, one bedroom apartment.The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of the Medina River woods, casting long, shifting shadows across the dirt path. Jesse adjusted her backpack, pu
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