Imagining that day coming, even I couldn't rein in my excitement.
By then, my pay would increase and I would be able to pay Mell's subsequent medical expenses.
I left the company with full of hope and returned to the hospital with light footsteps.
Although I had confidence in my work, I was still restless without any definite decision was made.
The next day, Martin called when I was accompanying Mell outside of his ward.
I couldn't help but to smile upon receiving the call. Then, I immediately answered the call and asked excitedly, "How did it go?"
However, Martin on the other side said, "Another company beat us to it."
"So? We were one step too late?"
Disappointment dawned upon me instantly. Was I destined to fail just because I was one step too late?
"If I worked harder, would I
