Problems
As Alisha swung open the heavy glass doors, she was immediately enveloped by the vibrant energy of the bustling lobby. The air hummed with a symphony of voices, echoing off the sleek marble walls. Though tears welled up in her eyes, she clenched her fists, determined not to let her vulnerability show. With a resolute gaze, she whispered under her breath, her words barely audible amidst the cacophony, "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself, for the sake of my baby."
Her vision blurred slightly as unshed tears threatened to spill over, but she fought against them, understanding the need to remain strong not only for herself but for the precious life she carried within. The glimmering lights of the lobby reflected in her eyes, adding a shimmer to her determined gaze.
As she stepped out onto the busy street, a vibrant tapestry of life greeted her, an orchestra of sounds and movements that pulsated with the rhythm of the city.