Bride Of Honor.

This was the third time I applied for a job interview, and this is actually the third time I have been thrown out of the office like a rag. Now, don't get me wrong. I am a 21-year-old lady who is endowed with so much beauty, and I would bet that I am definitely every man's dream when it comes to looks. But I guess these people feel I don't fit to work with them. The painful thing is that I need this job. I provide for myself and my sick mum. I literally need a job. Speaking of mum, I need to prepare her lunch. It's past noon now, and I promised her that I'd be there early today. I rushed home and freshened up. I took the lunch I had prepared in the morning and packaged it in a lunch box and ran straight to the hospital. I didn't have enough money for a taxi, so my legs did me the favor of getting to the hospital real quickly. “Hi mum” I said as I kissed her forehead. She was diagnosed with lung cancer, and I needed enough money to get her going for some chemotherapy. “Now you're stressing yourself out for me again,” she said. She probably noticed the stress behind the smile I tried so hard to put up with her. “I got rejected again, mum.” I broke the news to her and buried my face on her body. This was beginning to turn into a routine, and I must confess, I was getting really pissed off. “If you can't foot the bills, you should sit this one out because I have lived my life….” She started with all her growing old and dying stuff again, so I had to cut her. “Mum! Nobody is dying. I'm going to get myself a good job and get you out of here”, I assured her. “I forgot, I brought lunch,” I said as I pulled out the lunch from the box. While we were both having a nice mother and daughter bonding, the doctor walked into her ward and requested to see me. “Hey doc” I said as I entered his office. He pointed towards the chair right in front of me as he gestured to me to have a seat. I obliged immediately and pulled my ears out to hear whatever he had to say. “How are you doing, Vanessa?” He asked with a soft smile. It was a formal meeting, so there is definitely no need to go into the details. “I am fine,” I tried to put on a smile, but it was not coming. I was really nervous and shy sitting right in front of him. My insides just wanted him to get over this and let me leave his office. “I actually called you here because of your mother's condition. It is actually getting really worse, and something needs to be done fast”, he explained. As much as he wanted something to be done, I also wanted something to be done real quickly, but I had poor financial status as a major problem. “I just need a little more time, doc” I said, with a calm tone. I know I have been saying the same thing over and over again. “You seriously don't have any more time because she barely has three months to live,” he said. I guess I didn't get him right. He just tagged my mother's life span as months. “What did you just say right now, sir?” I asked with a look of deep uncertainty. He looked very serious, so definitely, he was not bluffing at all. “Your mother would not make it after three months if we didn't start the chemotherapy soon” he emphasized. I think I was beginning to understand why he is dying right here, but my head is finding it hard to process it all. “Doc, please, you need to do something soon. I can't lose her like that” I pleaded. “It's all in your hands now. You need to bring the money as soon as possible. I promise that once payment is ready, we can help you”, he explained. “But can you help me get a loan?” I asked. I could use a loan because I really need help here. I seriously don't know where I will get two thousand dollars. It will be in three months. “You can actually go for a loan, but it will take a really long time. Probably three months, and we don't have that amount of time on our side,” he replied. I guess I am screwed because I seriously don't know what to do again. “Thanks doc” I said as I walked out of his office. My emotions were beginning to get a hold of me, but I tried my best to hold them back till I got to the bathroom, and I cried my eyes out. My father lost his life after an attack on our house by armed robbers, and since then, my mum and I have both been subject to hardship. I seriously don't know what else to do because I have nobody to run to for help, nor do I have any source of income at the moment. I guess I just need to be strong for mum. I sniffled and cleaned up my tears. I returned to Mum's ward and found her sleeping, so I just pressed a kiss on her forehead and left. I had another interview to go to around 3 pm today. The awkward thing is that I seriously don't know who would host an interview when it's almost dusk. It is really silky, but I don't have any choice. This could be my chance. Who knows, I might finally be employed. I walked into the bar, and it looked very good. But there were no customers. It was just a new bar in town which was looking for a worker. “Good afternoon sir” I said as I met a young man in an office just close to the reception of the bar. He looked to be in his late 50s and had a cigarette in his mouth. His aura added to the creep I was getting from this place.