DESTINY

“Please, I can do anything,” I said. “I can mop the floors if I had to. Clean the windows. Anything.”

The matron’s face didn’t soften.

“Like I said, we don’t have any jobs at the hospital.”

“Please consider.”

“Sorry, we can’t,” she said and walked away. Shoulders slumped, running my fingers through my hair furiously, I stood there not wanting to leave. Not wanting to admit defeat. I’d been trying to search for work the whole day and no one wanted to give me a job. Even though I was dressed well they still looked down on me. Did I give off a vibe of being good for nothing? Was it that visible?

I was about to leave when I heard a gentle, light, friendly voice call,

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