“Finally,” she sighed, as she put down the water jug. She had just finished cleaning the glass window in the big church. adjusting her heavy dress, she pick the water jug back up and walked out of the room, down the hall and to the yard, where she poured out the dirty water. After setting the jug on a long table she went to her quarters. She flopped on her bed, wishing her life was different and wishing that her father hadn’t spent all their money on a special getaway that lasted to years. For one person, he spent all the money then left. Leaving Catarina and her two younger sisters to fend for themselves with only a small amount of money: bearly enough for a pice of bread.
