Katherine Wilson
"So how are you feeling?" Sara asked as she organized my closet for me. It was Thursday afternoon and I was ready to sleep.
"Cheated" I sighed.
I have tried everything. But it all failed. I had begged to go back home, claiming I was running out of clothing options. The next morning Ronald, a clothing stylist, took me shopping to 'update my look'; pregnant chic he called it.
Then I complained about missing my job and all my workload piling up. I was almost surprised when Matt came to visit me a week later. Now we meet every two weeks for a progress report where he would bring me file notes, as well as summarizes, and we would sit and discuss everything from new employees to workplace affairs.
As my last attempt, I pleaded to go home to see my friends and family. And he
