~ARYA~
It's my first day at work, and I didn't want to be late. I got home a little tired yesterday, but i was able to write all i did with my pumpkin in our dairy, from visiting my brother, to being employed as a manager by my best friend, down to the great news on the indefinite orders we got from La posh Fashion house owned by Miss Frida, and how i had done the voluntary service in the hospital by taking care of little children- cleaning, feeding, and putting them to sleep. I also wrote about how I spent more time with a particular kid because she didn't want to sleep, and how I wished to hold my little pumpkin soon. And i ended my write up with how i was announced the manager of the coffee shop.
“It's day two of mother and pumpkins diary”. I said, as I tried to get myself out of
