"Good day," I greeted him politely, wiping tears that were blinding my eyes. The caller kept quiet and I could hear some noises in the background. I became very angry.
"Mia," a voice whispered from the other end of the phone.
"Who the hell are you," I yelled angrily.
"Logan Hen…."
"I have told you several times that you are messing with the wrong number. One more useless call from you, I will restrict your number," I quickly ended the call and tossed the phone aside. I sat on the bed and continued weeping.
Life is full of competition and I needed a professional course to command authority. I wanted to contribute to society and set myself apart from people who looked down on me. It seemed the word 'rejection' was formed the day I was born. It looked as though I would never amount to
