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The Struggle at Miller’s Diner

The diner smelled like burnt toast and bitter coffee, comforting in its own strange way. It was 6:12 a.m. and already snowflakes had begun dusting the windows of Miller’s diner, a small corner spot on the edge of downtown Chicago.

The sidewalks were slick and the streets half empty. But inside the diner, warmth buzzed from the clatter of breakfast orders and the hum of fluorescent lights.

Behind the counter, moving slower than she wanted to admit, stood Emily Carter. She was 26 years old, 8 months pregnant, and dead on her feet.

She adjusted the waistband of her maternity jeans and tugged down her apron. She hoped her belly didn’t knock over another ketchup bottle.

The pain in her lower back had turned into a dull constant throb. The fake smile she gave each customer had become second nature.

She had no choice. Emily had been working at Miller’s for just over a year.

But since she found out she was pregnant, and especially after the baby’s father bailed, she started pulling doubles almost every day. Rent was due in a week.

Her electric bill was past due and she still hadn’t bought a car seat. Each morning she told herself, “Just one more day.”

“Just make it to Friday, just get through breakfast rush.” This morning was no different.

Except for the tiredness that felt like it had seeped into her bones and the sharp little kick she felt from inside. Her baby girl was letting her know she was in there waiting, depending on her.