forget the day my life turned upside down. I was wiping down tables at the café when a little girl with messy pigtails handed me a crumpled note. As I unfolded it, my heart raced, and chills ran down my spine.It all started a few weeks ago during my usual afternoon shift at Mad Joy Café. I’m Adriana, 35 years old, and probably not your typical café worker. Life threw me some curveballs, and here I am, saving up for a college diploma. Better late than never, right? My tiny one-bedroom apartment in the not-so-fancy part of town isn’t much, but it’s home. Or at least, I thought it was. It’s funny how one moment can make you question