Arine and her father stayed in a hotel for a while. They lived off of hotel breakfasts, Cheap (and I mean cheap) groceries from the nearest market, and pillow chocolates. Arine slept in the small bed, and her father slept on the couch which could be pulled out as a bed. One night though, her father finally found an apartment he could afford, and a small job. "We'll do just fine, Arine" He had told her. "We'll turn out okay." All she could think about, though, was her mother. The morning of his first job was a stressful one. He was running here and there, and shouting for Arine to hurriedly grab something he had forgotten. At last, he rushed out the door and left Arine for the day. She walked into the kitchen-area of their new apartment, and was startled at how much food they had. It was almost like it was at home, she thought. She made herself a bowl of cereal, and settled down at the kitchen table. She wondered how her mother was doing. Her father had told her that doctors were taking care of her now, and she couldn't hurt herself anymore. Arine was startled at the tear that rolled down her cheek. She missed her mom.