CECILIA’S POVOne month in Barbados had kept I and Mae busy. Every morning at the Lake Hotel, tourists walked through the lobby their skin glowing as they wore expensive sunglasses. They rolled in designer luggage, and asked me for restaurant recommendations like the hardest decision they'd make all day was choosing between seafood and steak.“Good afternoon, welcome to the Lake Hotel.”I smiled so much these days that my cheeks hurt by evening.“Your suite is on the sixth floor.”“Breakfast begins at seven.”“Yes ma’am, the beach access is private.”They thanked me politely and tipped me, yet the money was never enough. Every single thing was so expensive. We could barely afford daily necessities, not to talk about the nice things. Most days I checked my account and stared to stare at the number for a long time before accepting that yes, this was my reality now.We had to pay for rent, electricity, food and transportation. The lost was never ending.Plus my hospital appointments a
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