On a beautiful Saturday morning, as the roosters crowed and the first cars of the day began to appear, the previously tranquil surroundings of Zane’s neighborhood erupted into the lively hum of a new day.
Inside Zane's apartment, the atmosphere was a mix of anticipation and joy. Zane’s eyes widened as she was talking to her sister online on f*******: Messenger.
“Really, sis? You got a job?” Zane exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement and disbelief.
“Yes, sis! I’m so lucky I got in right away,” Zara’s voice crackled with enthusiasm from the other end. She was wearing a delicate brown blouse, its simplicity highlighting her radiant smile.
“I start to work on Monday,” She added casually, her hands moving methodically as she washed dishes, a soft rhythm in the background of the call.
