At 47, I’m no stranger to hard work. As a single mother of two daughters, I’ve accepted that my life would be a constant juggling act. But lately, the weight of my responsibilities feels heavier than ever. Every day, I wake up before dawn, barely having time to sip a cup of coffee before heading out to my first job as a cashier at a grocery store. By the time my shift ends, I have just enough time to pick up my daughters from school, help them with their homework, and prepare dinner.

But my day doesn’t end there. Once the dishes are cleaned and my daughters are tucked into bed, I head out again for my second job, cleaning offices late into the night. The long hours are exhausting, and the physical toll is beginning to show. My back aches, my feet are always sore, and I’m constantly tired.

Despite the fatigue, I keep going, driven by the love I have for my daughters. I want to provide them with everything I can—a safe home, food on the table, and maybe a few small luxuries when I can manage it. I dream of a time when I won’t have to work two shifts just to make ends meet, but for now, I push through the exhaustion.