Driving Me Crazy

A'S

soft smile formed on my face as I admired her innocence. I had made a silent promise to myself to shield

repared the food, my aunt called out, asking if I could pick up some flour and milk on

God, hoping for a successful outcome. Upon arriving at the office, I noticed three other confident-lookin

om, an elderly gentleman sat behind the desk. I greeted him politely, offering a profession

office." A surge of joy washed over me, and I couldn't contain my happiness as I thanked him profusely. Leaving the room, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. I deci

ctively, I braced myself for impact, but the vehicle screeched to a halt just in time. Lying on the ground, I frustra

scending tone, I couldn't help but snap back. "It was you who was driving like an i

a firm slap across his face. Fuming, I collected my belonging

round to find the man from the car had followed m

ou slap me?

e road with a man who was clearly agitated. I tried to b

houted, struggli

zed how vulnerable I was in this situation. Suddenly, there was a loud

their stores to see what was happening. They forme

one!" one of

m anger to fear. He quickly backed away, muttering

ve people who had come to my rescue. They helped

roring the joy in my heart, and she exclaimed, "Really?" Our uncle, who had overheard our conversation, beamed with pride and spoke, "I always knew my daughter would land the job." Grateful for their support and wanting to share my joy, I presented th

ng my success, and the next, I was facing a potentially dangerous situation. But I was grateful for the lessons lear

lone for 16 years. İ kept everything inside my heart. İ never shared what i have been through with Shiza because i know she is young and wouldn't unde