KNITTED HEART

My name is Monica, and I am 21 years old. I work in a publishing company as a secretary, or at least that is the title of my position. Lately, I find myself retyping more manuscripts than I would like. Things get messy in the office, so everyone knows to stay in their lane and do as they are told.

We have a mysterious boss, and everyone is terrified of him. I haven't had the pleasure to meet him, and honestly, I hoped to keep it that way because it takes real guts to go up to his office. Half of those who've had the invitation, when they return, they pack and leave.

This job means everything to me. I have a 5-year-old daughter at home. My family calls her Phuthaliyenzeka (Which means mistakes are made). She's not as much trouble as they make her out to be. If I can say so myself, she's my best, adorable mistake yet. I last saw my baby daddy the day he impregnated me, and we lost contact when I was 7 months pregnant. That's a story for another day, but it's also the main reason this job means a lot to me.

I have been through a lot, going through the most. This is the story of a small town girl who became a mother at 16. She moved to the city to hustle for her child. Bear with me as her story unfolds