“I will prepare and someday my chance will come,”
Abraham Lincoln.
Anastasia’s POV
I entered the living room to see my mum sitting on the couch, she looked like she’s thinking about something.
I take a deep breath as I sit beside mom on the couch, her hands clasped in mine.
“Hey mama, why are you sitting here?” Is something wrong? I asked with concern laced in my voice.
“Nothing, I’m just enjoying the serenity and the music,” she said pointing at the ear-pods in her ears that I had gifted her last Christmas.
“Oh I didn’t see that.” I said, referring to the airpods since her long hair covered her ears. I took after her long hair as I took notice how long her hair is.
“So, I wanted to talk to you about my job,” I begin, trying to sound casual.
“What is it, Bamibto?” Her voice is l
