The marble staircase and the columns were impressive.
She wondered about all the people who had walked up and down these stairs over the years.
It all belonged to her now, and it was her responsibility.
She closed her eyes; tears started to roll down her cheek.
How lucky she had been.
Finally, she had found a job.
She was a cleaning lady and a good one she would be.
Joy overwhelmed her, and she sat down.
Now she just had to learn the language and life would be good here in this new country, so far away from home.
Word Count: 100
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