Alaya juggled her daughter on her hip, the phone resting between her ear and shoulder, while watching her son run around outside.
"But Mr. Cornelly, you can't--but I--Sir, I need to work! Please don't fire me. My daughter got sick and I had to be with her in the hospital!" she sighed as she listened to the grumpy old man. "Fine. Bye."
As she hung up, the tears fell from her eyes, showing no mercy. She was a single mother of two, trying to pay the bills and receiving no child support, and had just lost her job.
But she would get by... she had to... after all, she was Supergirl.
