It was a Friday night and I was1 a restaurant, washing dishes. A plate2 through my wet fingers and fell onto the floor in 3. My face flushed（发红） and inside I was screaming, "Why me!?" as if my4 would make the plate whole again.
The broken plate was only one of the many 5 fighting inside me. There were a dozen 6 smaller but urgent concerns.
For me, it was impossible to get some much 7 rest or some study time before a coming exam. I had to8 with the family expenses（开销）. So I got back to work.
It was 12 a.m. when I finally finished my work. I got on the 9 home and took out my notes to study. I got the10 looks from people out of bars because I was studying on a bus in the middle of the night.
Their 11 didn't bother me at all. I knew something had to change in my family and it 12 to me to begin it. Fortunately, I also knew I had desire and 13in my blood. My grandfather was among the first Mexican immigrants who 14 in L.A.. Both of my parents left Mexico in their early teenage years and began working long 15 as a cook and a maid. The spirit was16generations, which helped me both in school and at work.
As I walked through the front door at home, I saw my mother had fallen asleep17 me despite her own long day. In my bedroom watching my brothers breathe slowly made me feel my body's tiredness. However, it would be a while before I could 18 them in sleep. I had an essay 19 early the next morning, and Ms. DePaolo doesn't20 late work.
