Growing up with just one parent made my life difficult In many ways. It forced me to grow up fairly quickly and become extremely independent. I would call myself resilient while others would call me stubborn and hardheaded. While that may be true, it's not my fault for that. My father left my mother when I was young, about 3 or 4. And although I don't remember him, my mother never fails to put the blame of him leaving onto me. She was completely and utterly in love with my father and couldn't bear the thought of him leaving. So she drank and drank and drank some more. She drank away all of her sorrows, emotions and memories of him away. I never understood as a child how him leaving was my fault. All I ever wanted to do was be a child and be loved by the one person who brought me into this world.
Turns out life isn't all that great for everyone. At the age of 17 I moved out of my mother's house and decided to live on my own. How did I do that you ask? I've worked everyday since I was 15 saving up money to get out of my mother's abusive house. Now at 20, I am living the life that I knew I could have and always wanted. I work as a receptionist at Gracelyn Law Firm in Seattle Washington which is almost 1000 miles away from my mother. I live a comfortable life in a safe environment with a good paying job. I have surrounded myself by people who are loving and kind. One of those being David and Elizabeth Gracelyn, who took a chance on me and gave me a job when I was helpless. I will never take for granted their generosity towards me.
It was a usual Monday morning for me waking up at 7 a.m. I shuffle out of my bed and walk into the bathroom to turn on my shower. I wait as the water warms up then jump in to start my normal routine. I get out of the shower and dry my body of while looking through the closet rummaging through my clothes. I throw on a nice business black dress with a v-cut on the chest. I pair this outfit with black pumps and bright red lipstick. I do a fair amount of makeup to enhance my beauty but not overpower it. As I finish, I decide to put my hair in a messy high pony with cute dangly earring to show a cute and playful look. I look at the time to see its almost 8 and throw on my blazer knowing the weather will be a little chilly. I walk outside of my house and signal for a taxi. About 5 minutes later, Mr. Gonzales pulls at my side. I open the door to the taxi and smile at him generously.
"Good morning, How are you doing?" I say with a bright smile.
"Very well dear, and you?" He said just a lively.
"Better than I've ever been." I said kindly
"Where are we headed?" He said.
"The usual place." I replied.
As he was driving I looked out the window like I usually did with amazement. The environment of Seattle was so much different than California. While the weather in California was more comfortable and consistent, Seattle has more a feel for being a home. The large buildings and amazing infastructure allows me to dream big to accomplish my dreams. This city inspires me to follow my dreams. Not to mention the community here is amazing. It is filled with entrepreneurs who are so ambitious and goal oriented people. I knew from the moment that I moved here that this was the place for me. I wouldn't trade my life here for the world. As I keep daydreaming Mr.Gonzales pulls up to the place of my work with a steady stop, pulling me out of my train of thought. I hand him a 20 telling him to keep the change and of course he argues like he always does. I live about 10 minutes away which is a very short drive, but I always pay him extra because of how hard he is always working. Mr.Gonzales is the first person I met down here and treated me with kindness. He gave me a ride from the airport knowing I only had a little in my pocket.
" I insist." I say with a small giggle and rush out of the taxi before he could argue back.
Walking inside the building I was met with a flustered Mr. Gracelyn rambling inside the lobby. I walked in confused and headed to my desk to start up my computer. Mr. Gracelyn comes over fairly quickly telling me that a very important client is coming in a 12:00 for a critical meeting. I wrote it down fairly quickly not forgetting the time and name of this "Important" client. Soon after, Mr.Gracelyn went back into his office and left me to answer important emails and phone calls. I sat in my chair and thought to myself why was Mr.Gracelyn so flustered and who is this "Important" Client. I had never seen him like this before and it made me a little nervous at his demeanor not to long ago. Usually Mr. Gracelyn is quite confident in himself and law firm. He never lets a client intimidate him or allow them to get the best of him. That behavior is not usual and its the first time that I have seen him like this in three years. Hopefully I never see this side of him again.
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