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I sat in the taxi watching how the rain dripped down the window, places were really could and I regret not having brought a pullover. In fact, meteo seemed to be useless this morning as it promised sun today, and now this, heavy storms and stuff like that. 

Relaxing my head on the leather Of the taxi, I tried to think about my life.

At twenty-three, I had an average education and completed school before dad passed away. I have deep black hair__ like night, and I inherited it from mom, just that it was curly. My rich hair was my pride and I styled it in all directions I could ever think about. 

Apart from my curly thick hair, my pride was my face, it shone brightly always, and I had a bright smile, as my gap tooth always exposed whenever I did so. 

My face today was grim, in fact, ever since I had a kidney issue, I had not found reasons to smile. Humor for me was always a difficult task, especially with the excruciating pain that always sliced across the left side of my body. But then, I discovered that all these things were just a form of depression. 

If I have to die, I prefer to make someone happy. So, I always wore a ready smile on my face, helped those who needed it from the little I have. 

The doctor said I have to do constantly take drugs, and also on time because my kidney had not been damaged at all. In fact, it was a sixty percent chance for me to undergo a kidney transplant. Dr. Michael had assured me that if my drugs were regularly taken and respected, I might get well. 

Now, my diets had drastically changed, I lived mostly on fruits, light vegetables, and I had many restrictions on things to do or not do. I respected my agenda so much because I needed to be alive, to live.

My life had drastically changed these days because my bank account was slowly reducing. For a living, I work as a hostess during occasions, and my work is not always fixed. Sometimes, I work in a restaurant, and at times at clubs. 

Anything that gives me money was what I did. I needed to settle my bills and buy my drugs. 

For the past one week, I have not been able to go to work, for the moment, I work in a restaurant, and two days ago, the manager called to inform me that they had found someone to replace me. 

For heaven's sake, the man knows my condition but then I couldn't blame him, he pays for the services rendered. If I can't do it any longer, it is better if he finds someone to place me. 

These past days had been a turmoil for me, I suffered my life out, eating and drinking excessively as I tried to calm my miserable life down. 

Suicide at a point was an option, not onto a message popped through my phone while I scrolled was my Twitter page yesterday. 

Actually, it was the position of a mother that was needed. Fifty thousand dollars was to be handed to anyone who chooses to take that position. 

"That was quite a huge amount," I thought to myself. 

It could help me rent a big house which will be more comfortable, I could also buy my drugs and run the scan to see how far my health had deteriorated. 

The next rendezvous with the doctor was supposed to be last week, but I was absent. Not because I wanted it but because there was no money to foot my bills. 

I noticed that the offer was put up early this week, and the interview was supposed to start on Saturday at 8:00 a.m prompt. 

Today is Saturday and it is past eleven a.m already, and I had not yet arrived at the house. 

"That is the first step to failure, Becky," I whispered to myself. 

It actually is, the rain on its own signaled that but it is better to be late than to be absent. If all the wealthy man needs is a mother for his children, then, I am up for this job. 

I am so good with children, I am polite to a fault, unless when provoked to an extend, then the real beast in me will come forth. 

Apart from the name of his house which I had succeeded to scribble out from social media, I knew nothing about where I was going to or the people in question. 

The only thing I know is the pay us juicy, it can make me wealthy again, and help out to solve some of my problems. 

If fifty thousand dollars is been offered, therefore the man will actually be rich. 

After making some inquiries, I noticed that the man was a rich man, a super-wealthy man__at his level. He was known in the whole of his area as the most popular man and was most respected. 

I went through the comments of the post and I saw that the man had several faults, some criticized him negatively and others positively. 

Then came young ladies like myself, rushing to have the job. I wonder if I even stand a chance today, like damn, the way I looked was so unpleasant as if I was from the farm. 

The car that had flashed me mud had just aggravated the whole situation, it looks like I am from the farm. The down I wore was a light pink dress, and it was the only presentable thing I could lay my hand on. 

I sighed as I just imagined how terrible my life will become if this 'Job' is being denied, like where will I go to from here, my life will just be so frustrated that I wouldn't have anything to do or say for a long time 

I might even consider the term__suicide as it will be my last hope for now.