ten the job yet. Oh, you should come in," I replied

r after her and gestured for her to take a seat on the sofa. Our apartment was small so t

other. She helped keep an eye on me when my mother was away working when I was younger since she only lives next door. Auntie

her called out from the k

s I hurried into the kitchen

ked energetically. It was clear

replied smoothly as I helped

atulate your dear daughter in person! I'm so proud! I'm so hap

s moments like these that I think that despite all of life's hardship that I am actually quite lucky. We we

your interview. You don't have formal leather shoes, right?" Auntie Jane said as she

so much," I replied

and I didn't have proper shoes for the occasion. We could have affo

ll in pretty good condition. You should try them on.

d fit well, no worries. You're a lifesav

attire. Something like a simple white shirt

lly sunk in. However, now that some time had passed, I realized that there were many things I needed to do to prepar

stuffing more of my mother's

n do

.

that late in the night, but my mother had already fallen asleep on her bed on the other side of the room. Tomorrow was another

. The opportunity that I had worked so hard for is here right in front of me. If I can just get this job, the

hard at life in general. I knew we couldn't afford the school fees and other expenses related to me going to school which meant that th

ol as well to support the teachers. I did all of that willingly to lessen the burden on my mo

work parttime jobs afterschool and during the weekends. After my parttime jobs, I would study long into the night so that I could keep my grade above

ionships ever lasted long and the same thing happened in university. I had to work ma

e time for them. At one point, I started believing that there must be something wrong with me

dea of finding the right guy for me entirely. Perhaps, it was because I never had the effort or the intention to focus my utmost attention on those relationships that led to its fa

as already morning. Looking towards my mother's bed, I found it empty which meant that my mother h

it, skirt and blouse for my job interview. Although, the invitation letter was for an intervie

e nearby shopping district. It was the weekend, so the shopping streets were busy and filled with people. I quickly headed towards the secondhand clothing store t

y?" the auntie who ran the store asked me in a cheerful voice.

so it'd be great if I could get a suit and a s

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