Rose woke up early, feeling both excited and nervous. Today was important, her interview day. She quickly freshened up, brushed her hair neatly, and picked a simple but neat outfit. She stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds, taking a deep breath and whispering to herself, “You can do this, Rose.”
She walked out of her room, adjusting her small handbag. Her grandmother was sitting in the living room, knitting quietly.
“Grandma, I’ll see you later,” Rose said, walking up to her and kissing her soft cheek.
Her grandma smiled warmly. “Wish you luck, my child. You’ll do just fine.”
Rose nodded and gave her one last smile before rushing out. The morning air was cool, and the sun was rising slowly. Her heart raced as she waved down a taxi. When it stopped, she got in quickly, telling
