Dear Ma,
I know it's been a month.
You must be worried. But don't worry Ma, for I haven't forgotten my promise. I hope you'll enjoy this cheque and do as I say. I want you to move to the city, enroll my siblings into the best school.
The money is too much and I know you will try to send it back. Please don't. This is my first paycheque, I've worked so hard for this, just to put a smile on your face.
I wish to see you soon.
Your Daughter,
Ruth Ann
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
