Last December of 2011, I’m so excited counting all the remaining days. Picking all the blessings and trash one-by-one all the bad memoirs this place has been served.
I am not naive as what others might think. I am an open box …anyone can step on me, play with me, and poke me, in short with my open arms I can bear all these things- positive or negative.
One morning, I talk to my big baby boy-my husband, planning of the task we are about to accomplish when I go back to where I should be, a call from my boss seize my attention. This is it, at long last the final verdict after months of crashing my senseless appeal to go back home. Senseless to others but for me it is a huge deal. “This is the best fulltime mother and a very good housewife.” This is my dream and not just “This is my best staff”. The best staff can stand in the entire vigorous situation inside the company. Handle all resentments and tactical explanations at times of rivalry, too much to bear just to earn this respect-a crying baby perhaps. “This is my best staff, my number one!” Good to hear, you can hold this title until one replaced your throne…Ms. Universe pageant in some other degree.
Money Money Money! Makes me crazy in a rich town world! This is our way of living, what I wasted is not my time, but the time of my family, growing with leisure but not with tender love and care.
What to do yani? This is it, another year. Sorry for being disparaging I just started to realize how hard it was to live in this situation. Lord sorry. I know You are always there, please give me an extra-ordinary positivity just to end this pain. Thank You for always protecting me.
Published in: Personal Finance