Chapter 43 - The Kitchen Assistant’s Progress
Down at the community outreach kitchen in the northern district, Paulina Rivas worked her shift with quiet, unwavering diligence.
She no longer wore designer clothes or expensive pearls; her uniform was a simple cotton apron, her hair tied back neatly. The other workers respected her not for her past, but for her relentless work ethic and the humility with which she approached every task.
When I visited the center unannounced that afternoon, Paulina looked up from slicing vegetables at the stainless-steel counter. She stopped, her hands resting on the edge of the table, and met my gaze with a clean, unshielded look of acceptance.
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“Mara,” she whispered, her voice steady.
“Keep up the good work, Paulina,” I said simply, offering a brief, affirming nod before walking through to inspect the children’s reading room next door.
