102. FAREWELL

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Days passed by...Winter started to leave paving its way for the spring.

   I  worked with Miss Fowler for almost two months until we submitted our projects last month. I think the results will be out soon.

   I wonder how is Miss Fowler these days. I don't miss her. In fact, she will be last person who I can miss. She is a stubborn. I don't judge people but the woman is nuts. She can roast you with her words like some fire roasting meatloaf in intense heat. But I still think that she is honest, straightforward and coo...Someone is calling me. It is Miss Fowler. Speak of the devil.

" Hello...", I say.

" Myra, it is me, Seirra ", she says.

Yeah, I know...How can  I forget you?

" Hello, Miss Fowler.", I say.

" Yeah, yeah. I wanted to say that we lost the competition.", Miss Fowler.

  " No, why? I thought our project was better than others.", I say.

" Don't make a big deal out of it. ", Miss Fowler.

" Honestly, I want to say something. You are worst Miss Fowler. ", I spat.

" I know...But we can work again together on another project. If you want. Anyway, we will still earn because of it as it has been launched in the market. So, I will sent you sendy regularly. ", Miss Fowler.

I don't say anything and hang up. She irritates me.

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ONE DAY LATER:

Dad has booked my tickets. I am going to III via plane. It is on the mountain of a small town called Parroa. Parroa is a beautiful state. I want to go there as soon as possible.

" Have you packed your bags?", Mom.

" Yeah...", I say.

" Your father wants to give you something special. ", Mom.

My father enters the room.

" Give me your hand.", Dad.

I hold out my hand and open my palm. Then he places some keys and a debit card in my hand. I look at him for an explanation.

" These are farewell gifts. I bought you a car and flat. The flat is near college. You don't have to live in dorms anymore.", Dad.

" What about credit cards? I  already have one. ", I ask.

" I saved money for you in two accounts. " Dad.

" Okay, thanks.", I say.

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