Three months had passed, yet my manager hadn’t said a word about my increment. Still, I kept working with the hope that he would remember it someday. As usual, I …
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Silent Wounds
The sound of the heavy storm and the rain splattering against the window made it impossible to sleep. The power had gone out, so I lit a candle and lay …
The next day, I went to the restaurant and informed the manager that I would be leaving early in the evening. He didn’t question me, mostly because I had never …
Six months into this new life, things have been a blessing. Work at the restaurant is good, though I don’t get to rest the way I used to when I …
Three months passed, and by then I had earned the full trust of the restaurant manager. He helped me open a bank account just like he had done for other …
It was night and time for the shift to end. The manager called the staffs one by one and handed out the envelopes. When he placed mine in my hand, …
A week passed since I joined the restaurant, and every night when I return to the hostel, my body feels completely worn out. I’m exhausted to the point that I …
The night had never felt so long at least, not in my entire life. I waited painfully for the sun to rise, counting every minute as if the darkness would …
The morning felt strangely different. There was no one yelling at me to cook breakfast or lunch, no rush to wash dishes, no pressure to pick clothes for some ungrateful …
The city felt new and unfamiliar as I walked toward the bus stand, clutching my small handbag tightly. The morning air was filled with noise and movement buses honking, vendors …
