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****Chloe POV****
“Please I'll take the job, regardless of the pay” I pleaded, looking into the owner’s eyes with desperation. The owner of the restaurant, Mr Brown glanced at me, before heaving a reply. “ I wish I could help you, but we only accept College graduates. Your resúmé clearly states that you're not qualified for the job.”
I pursed my lips together as I clenched my fist in annoyance. “But sir, don't you have another role available? I really need this job” “My hands are tied child” he said to me. And with that, I sauntered away. Back into the streets, on a quest for a new job. My mother was confined to a wheelchair from a ghastly car crash. When i was thirteen years old, my family embarked on a road trip to Utah for a family vacation. Suddenly the brake system to my Dad’s car failed, causing it to plunge into a ditch. I and my little sister, Amelia, were lucky to survive the crash unhurt. However, my Dad died in the crash and my mother, paralyzed from the waist down.
I thought about my life and the challenges that were before me. I looked to the ground, and kicked an innocent rock. “What a shitty life” I muttered under my breath whilst taking out a piece of paper from my pocket. “There goes my last stop.” I said, crossing the name of the restaurant. I was already working two jobs. I worked as a florist down town during the day and as an assistant at a grocery store in the evening.
I looked down at my phone and smiled, seeing a photo of my mother and sister. My mother was the reason why I was working multiple jobs right now. I was the breadwinner of the family as my sister was still a minor.
I smiled upon seeing a “hiring” sign down the street after hours of walking. However i quickly halted when my phone rang.
I answered, without looking at the call ID.
“Hello”
“Hello” Amelia said in a worried tone.
“What's wrong?” I asked, my heart skipped a beat.
“It's mum. She just suddenly collapsed.”
“Calm down, have you called the hospital?”
“I called already. We are heading to the hospital now in an ambulance.” Amelia replied. Her voice drained of emotions.
“I'm on my way.” I cursed under my breath.
I booked a taxi, which took me straight to the hospital. I raced up the flight of stairs, as I approached the nurse on duty.
“ Good day ma. I'm here for Mrs. Rosemary Rossett.” i said, beaming a smile at the nurse on duty. “Go down the hallway, then take the first turn by your left.” the lady replied.
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