A Ride and A Dinner

My eyes well up with tears of joy because I have been through so much all my life that I only have a little hope left.

Getting a car gift for just a simple yet important position I snagged is like a sign from the heavens telling me, ‘Well done’ and to keep pushing.

I turn to Christopher and offer him a bow. “Thank you, Mr. Moore, for the gift.”

He nods and says as he hands the car key over to me, “Keep working hard.”

I nod frantically and watch him leave, then my gaze shifts back to the tear-rubber-branded car that now belongs to me.

Christopher said the paperwork was in the car, and I’m glad I came out with my driving licence which will enable me to drive my car back home.

At least, I have a car that I didn’t have to struggle to save money to buy since Brenda is the only beloved daughter our parents got an expensive ride three years back.

My eyes are filled with admiration as I run my fingers around the steering. The interior is everything and I can’t stop the tears running d