BRITNEY ASTON “Honey, are you sure about this?” I nodded, watching my mum shift gazes between me and the pamphlet in her hand, disbelief written all over her face. She had to believe it whether she wanted to or not though. As I was ready to go on the four day volunteering trip, my already packed bags serving as more than enough proof. “Okay I get it,” she continued, giving the pamphlet another glance. “If you were in high school, I’d understand you doing things like this for extra credit point but college? Honey, you’re new here too. Or oh, are you doing this to explore? Know more about the city.” “Uh, you can say that,” I nodded, knowing very well I didn’t have an explanation for her regarding why I was actually going. “Yeah, something like that. Besides, it’s an NGO. We’ll be um, helping the helpless people who um- need our help.” “Okay, I get that part,” she nodded slowly. “Okay okay fine I’ll allow you go. But do you have to leave immediately? And are you going alone?” “Ye
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