"It's just another dreary day," she reminds herself, as she forces her body to get out of bed. "Nothing will happen today," she whispers, dejectedly, willing herself not to cry. (CAPTION) "Providence" "It's just another dreary day," she reminds herself, as she forces her body to get out of bed. "Nothing will happen today," she whispers, dejectedly, willing herself not to cry. She hastily fixes her bed and takes a deep breath, steadying her mind, if not her heart, as she goes downstairs to help make breakfast. "If there's even some food left in the fridge," she mumbles quietly. These past months have been horrible. Her contract with her old company ended and there wasn't any other job waiting for her. Being the breadwinner of the family was tough but it was even harder because she couldn't find anything that could tide them over. What with all the bills to pay--the electric bill, the water bill, the rent--and the money to buy food, mainly.
