Push

You can do it, even better ;He said. You really think so? I answered, absent minded. Yea, if I did it, you really can, he ceased speaking and left. I kept quiet, gave in on arguing. Those words hit me deep, like a would torn opened. I pondered on it, slept on in and woke up with it. I had lost the fight already. I wasn't looking forward to starting another day any more, because they sure was nothing good about it. All days are the same, 'so they say'.
I think Dave's word stabbed me deep, because it got me to my feet almost immediately. The thought of letting go when am supposed to fight on, how could I even think of losing the fight? I gotta fight on, I told myself, not so sure that I was the one talking.
I opened my locker, brought out my working tools, I had long downed tools. They're all Dusty 'I said 'But then, I smiled, not because all was going well, but because all gonna go well! I went outside with my tools, the birds seems to understand new decision, because the chirped excitedly, the breeze blew strength into my being. I was set up for work.Beside me was my dairy, every details of me was in there, I looked up a page and found something I scribbled long ago.'I still fall on my face sometimes, can't color inside the line, you haven't seen the best of me, am still working on my masterpiece'. Hello beautiful! It was the voice of my next door neighbor and friend, Katty.Good morning boss! I shouted back, with a big smile. And believe you me, I started with the product I find more difficult to do, you can imagine the fight I put on! It is sure gonna come out all beautiful! That wasn't me talking, I looked up, Dave was smiling already, I smiled back. He came to support me, he came through for me, he egged me on. Finally, the end product was a hit. How beautiful this is! I said with a sense of pride. He pushed me to my feet, The 'Push 'got me to my best. I picked my life back because I was 'Pushed'. I am Rebecca Okpo. Am stylist. I make fashion accessories.