I am not going to deny this, but being appreciated for my work by the owner was making me a little smug and proud of myself. I wanted to jump up and down, I wanted to scream, I wanted to dance around the room but most importantly, I wanted to tell someone, someone close to me, that I did well. Even though I was feeling proud, and acknowledged, I wanted to share this news with someone and be happy. I wish...I wish I could tell my parents that I was doing good or that today someone praised me. But they were not here, I wish...I wish I could tell them how it made me feel, getting value for something.
I did one last look around the room and started to leave. Keeping the pouch secured in my robe, I walked absent-mindedly ahead not knowing where I was going when I felt like someone was followin
