~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 ~ ~ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 ~ ~ 🅕 - First Person P.O.V ~ ~ 🅣 - Third Person P.O.V ~
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The tapping of her fingers against the keys was the only sound to fill the room as she mindlessly types away on the computer. Hinata Hayami worked for a large charity and spent each week day organising events and/or signing contracts and making partnerships with other companies who wish to sponsor the charity. The charity sought to help young mothers get back on track with their lives and provide them with the support needed such as offering them a nanny to take care of their child whilst they went out and searched for a job or even went to work. She quickly worked her way up the many positions in the company due to her motivation to help as many cases as she possibly could. Yes, it led to her having many periods of time where she wouldn't work at all because she suffered severely with stress but she was persistent nonetheless. The main reason she wanted to work for an organisation such as this was because she became a mother at the age of 18, she is now 24 and her child is closing in on being 6 years of age. Her child was her pride and joy and she would go to the ends of the Earth even if it were just to see her daughter smile. Hinata Mitsuko was Hayami's beloved child and the sole reason that she wakes up every day with a wide grin on her face and an open mind.
Every weekend was dedicated to mother-daughter time and this also included Friday nights. On Friday evenings they would eat ice cream and other snacks as they have a Disney movie marathon. Saturday and Sunday were for little day trips to either the park or around the city. Mitsuko was a very adventurous child and she got this from her father, who Hayami tried to forget about but because of the young girl's auburn hair and big, sparkling brown eyes that wasn't such an easy task. Mitsuko's hair was a mix of her mother's vivid orange hair that rested just below her shoulders, and her father's naturally dark hair colour.
Although Hayami loved her job, today she just wasn't feeling it. It was probably because whenever she would normally work it would be either at midday or in the evenings and she would be accompanied by her daughter in the plain, boring office. This was a lie. The office walls were covered in drawings done by Mitsuko of her and her mother and all of the adventures they have had together. A couple pictures also featured places where she would love to go but Hayami was saving these for a special occasion, such as Christmas or a birthday.
The woman continued to type away as her eyes scanned across the screen, spell checking every word that her fingers converted from her mind onto the document. She was so immersed in what she was doing that she didn't notice the office door quietly creaking open as a small head pops in to scope out the room. When the little girl spots her clueless mother she smiles giddily and trots her way over to the older woman before tugging on her shirt sleeve. Hayami turns on her chair and her dull expression becomes one of love and adoration.
