Dear diary, I'm glad Stepphano got to come to prom. Too bad I had to help take everything down the next day. Robby still waits for me every day at the park. My twin knows me so well. Thank you, God, for giving me the best brother in the world. Brain damage or not Robby is still my brother. No matter what I will always have his back forever! Speaking of forever it has me thinking it's been forever since Stepphano and I have talked. I decided to try and get a job. I put down my diary and start filling out more applications.
"How is the job hunting going, Juliette," asked Mother standing by the door.
"It sucks, Mom. No one wants to hire a 17 year old girl."
"Just pray honey and the Lord will answer your calls. It may not be when you want it to be but it will always be on time." I didn't understand what Mom meant by, ' it may not be when I want it to be but it will be on time.' One thing I did know was Mom was right. I was stressed about the community service, Stepphano not calling, and not ever having money. I head over to my bed with my pen in hand and scratch my head. After endlessly seeking I reached what felt like a dead end. Every job wanted a high school diploma or previous experience. I plop down on the end of my bed and close my eyes to pray.
Um..father. Can you help me find a job? Anything I'll take it. I'm honestly getting desperate. Oh while we are at it. I miss Stepphano so much I can't stand it. If you could remind him life isn't all about work and he needs to also make time for me. I would appreciate it. I'm sorry I'm getting off task. A job would be extremely helpful, plus a girl needs her own products. Love Juliette. Amen. For a while, it felt like none of my prayers to God were being answered. I knew I had to be patient like mom said it may not be when I want it but it will be on time. As days started to pass I started to learn more and more the meaning of it. My mother always used to tell us as well, "Prayers don't stop at God; your worries do. Once you had them to him, and put faith in him you can't just relax you need to put in work as well." That's exactly what I did I gave my worries to God and continued to fill out more job applications. Minutes turned to hours. Hour evolved into days. Till one day.
"Hello, is this Juliette?"
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RomanceI finish putting on my makeup and make sure I'm ready. I hear the doorbell ring and almost have a heart attack. I peek my head out my door hoping it's Stephhano. Titdo comes running in. This book was made sometime in 2010. I have held onto this b...
