grown up now..." the auntie repl

s for when I get the job," I said a

suit and skirt and a simple white shirt. I quickly paid and thanked the auntie before heading straight f

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r luck and success. My father died from illness when I was very young. To be honest, I didn't remember him very wel

ul things to say about him like how he was a very responsible man who really loved

are doing well. We're both doing our best to be happy. I've always worked hard and will cont

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aid her prayers silently as well. When we were both done, we smiled at each ot

will earn, I can give her a better life. My mother is getting older, and it shows in her ever-increasing backaches and lower stamina, although she tri

w, I had to catch the train super early to head into the city where I will take my f

as I laid on my bed. To

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at what hopefully would

eyond this was one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city, the headquarters of Jessen & Hills. This place is the drea

er looming over me. The building was made almost entirely of shiny silver glass that refle

around until I found a small bench where I hurriedly sat down. I was already dressed in my suit, but I haven't worn the proper shoes that auntie had lent to me y

little when I walk but I should be able to manage for the day.

I c

ffocating. I knew that this job application was competitive, but I never thought that there woul

uditorium. Then came lunch break where we were provided with box lunches. I was too stressed and on edge

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rview of new recruits. I could understand if you wanted to interview executive-level appli

y?" another man spoke through

," the old man

cipate in some interviews for the fresh graduates," the o

on..." the old man said hesitantly. How was he supposed to m

You can do that much, right?" the younger m

o reply. If he couldn't do 'that much

I want to experience firsthand how our company is viewed by the newer generation. After all, th

Sir..." the old man r

her man said emotionlessl