SARAH
Eighteen months had passed and this was the best period of my life. I am about to graduate as a medical doctor soon.
In the classroom, as we prepared for our final seminars, I got an alarm that my supervisor wanted to see me.
Carrying my belongings, and shutting down my laptop, I went to her office. She is a woman, and she is amazing.
To be honest, I used to think that working with a woman would bring hate, partiality, and many of them, but it wasn't as I predicted. Mrs. Bee was different.
“Ma, you sent for me,” I said when I arrived at her office and found her busy on her laptop.
Her hands clicking fast on the keyboards like she wanted to round up with something, she eventually did and shut her system.
“Sarah Morgan, best graduating medical student. Please have a seat.” She
