Leaving my country was a tough decision, but I knew it was an opportunity for a fresh start. However, I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt for leaving my aging parents behind. I also worried about the financial implications of starting anew, especially since my new job wasn't close to Susan's location, which meant finding a new apartment.
Despite these challenges, I decided to take the leap and start small. I found a modest apartment and landed a part-time job at a restaurant within a month. It wasn't my dream job, and the pay was lower than my previous position, but I was determined to make the most of it.
One rainy Thursday morning, a regular customer, an elderly woman, walked into the restaurant. She looked at me with a warm smile and asked for a cup of hot coffee. As I handed it to her, she mentioned that she had a proposal for me. I listened intently as she explained that she needed a house assistant to help with chores and cooking.
Although the pay was attractive, I knew I wasn't the best fit for the job, as it required expertise in preparing special diets. I politely declined, explaining that I wasn't a chef, but rather a business management graduate. She was surprised and asked why I was working at the restaurant. I shared my story with her, and she listened with empathy.
Just then, my manager approached us and praised me for the positive impact I'd made at the restaurant since my arrival. She told the elderly woman that she was impressed by my skills and work ethic. The woman smiled and hugged me, saying, 'My dear Daisy, I've been noticing the difference you've made here, and I'm proud of you. You're special, and don't let anyone ever make you feel otherwise.
As I was closing up the restaurant for the day, I received an email from Jane, the elderly woman who had offered me the house assistant job. She had submitted my application to a government establishment and asked me to send over my CV. I was hopeful and quickly submitted my application and they conducted an interview later.