“Thank you.” I waved at Mr. Chung as I got down from his taxi.
He smiled at me and drove off.
Then I went on my way to the hospital and headed to the receptionist’s desk.
“Good evening Fiona.” The receptionist for night shifts at the hospital, Jennifer, greeted me.
I smiled at her.
“Good evening Jennifer.” I smiled at her as I put my bag on the wide reception slab.
Jennifer was a twenty something year old hospital staff. She had straw berry blonde hair that she always tied in a pony tail. I envied it so terribly. If I had blonde hair, I would be a complete Marilyn Monroe or Lady Diana.
I had begged and whined and cried to my mum that I wanted to dye my hair blonde, but she was having none of it.
“But mummm, please.” I had begged her passionately.
She shook her head as she cut t
