The soft hum of the laptop’s fan filled Luna’s room as she leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms overhead. The screen in front of her displayed her freshly completed assignment, its neatly formatted pages ready to be submitted. The long hours of juggling her studies and freelance work were beginning to take their toll, but Luna had no choice.
Her late parents’ savings had covered her tuition, but daily expenses and her dream of pursuing further education required her to earn extra income. Being financially independent was both empowering and exhausting.
She closed her laptop and stacked her books in a pile on the desk, sighing heavily. The clock on the wall read 9:15 p.m. The thought of cooking dinner felt like an insurmountable task after the day she’d had. Instead, she grabbed
