Pieces of Victory Book

My friend, Lisa from work passed away two months ago. I just found out this morning. She was my work friend at the nostalgic hotel that carries a Cuban ambience. Every now and then, one could catch the essence of the mafia overseeing the gaming, in this 1957 establishment. Lisa was a petite Italian woman in her 60s but looked 40. She was Housekeeping and came to work looking like a glamorous model. She had shoulder length auburn hair and styled it in a flip. We would talk every time, we saw each other. She took pride in her job— not only with her outward appearance but her hard work and dedication. Her ethics were on an all-time high and yet, management made her feel unappreciated. She was stressed because they were understaffed and loaded her with work for three people. She continuously cleaned the bathrooms, only to find it filthy in a matter of seconds. Guests had no regard of whom would pickup after them. I remember hugging her and told her how much I appreciated her. Besides,

(Picture courtesy of NOLA) What would you do about a little girl who was abused in her home? As a punishment, she was sent away to a horrifying torture camp that one would think was located in the fiery pits of hell but instead... existed in this realm. Her mother drove her inside a compound that was surrounded by a chain linked fence with barbed wire on top. Inside the office, Jennifer’s mom signed over her parental rights to the monsters from the darker side . She drove off while, Jennifer ran to catch up with her but could not. Everything was in slow motion and all of her efforts could not break her free from the affliction, she was about to endure. The tears blinded her vision of a woman that was suppose to be nurturing but instead... carried a heart of stone. Abandonment hit her like a ton of bricks. Jennifer carried the heavy weight of sadness causing gravity to pull her tiresome body to the ground. Pity, the only thing she felt were the hot coals beneath her and littl