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To pay mother's medical bills, I did everything part-times and extra and now this thank god I've
did something in my College years and got a degree as a professional physiotherapist or life could have been more hard for me as no one would like to offer an unexperienced person. I feel happy that I've finally accomplished my dream of becoming a physiotherapist but i never wanted that to be like this
As i made my way down the winding path from the hills, heading towards the city. With each step, my worn-out sneakers scraped against the gravel, echoing my weariness. Despite the fatigue etched on my face, my determined strides pressed forward, unwilling to succumb to the exhaustion that weighed upon me.
With hunger clawing at my stomach, I pressed on, the urgent need for a solution propelling each step. Inhaling the crisp air, its refreshing touch brought a bittersweet reminder of my circumstances. At last, the bus station came into view. I rushed there, settling quickly onto a seat, clutching my stomach as I waited anxiously for the bus to arrive.
"I just hope my demo goes smoothly," I muttered to myself, clutching onto the hope that this chance wouldn't slip away. Losing this opportunity was out of the question; it held the promise of a much-needed lifeline.
Today marked the day I secured an opportunity to collaborate with a martial arts company, an offer that proved too alluring to ignore. It wasn't merely about the pay, although it was decent; As a dull ache throbbed in my head, I lifted my head and rested upon the back my gaze went toward the sky. The painted blue canvas adorned with drifting white clouds captivated me, and as they moved with the wind, I couldn't help but muttered "How free they are" I suddenly felt my eyes growing heavy, so I closed them swiftly.
As Ana settled into her seat at the bus station, exhaustion seeped into her bones, lulling her into a state of drowsiness. The rhythmic hum of distant chatter and the occasional passing vehicle formed a lullaby that beckoned her to succumb to sleep. Gradually, she drifted into a hazy slumber.
As Ana drifted into an uneasy sleep, fragments of memories intermingled with her dreams. Amidst the chaotic imagery, she found herself in a hauntingly familiar scene—a serene garden adorned with vibrant blossoms. At its heart stood a figure she hadn't seen in years, her father.
Her heart pounded with a mixture of anger and resentment as she approached him, each step heavy with unresolved emotions. His presence loomed before her, a stark reminder of the pain and turmoil she had endured.
"Dad," Ana's voice was laced with bitterness, the word leaving a sour taste in her mouth
He turned towards her, his expression unreadable. The faint outline of a smile etched on his face felt hollow and insincere to Ana, a façade she had grown to despise.
"Why are you here?" Ana's tone was edged with hostility, a reflection of the wounds that hadn't healed.
Her father attempted to speak, but his words were drowned out by the tumultuous emotions raging within Ana. Memories of abandonment, broken promises, and shattered trust surged to the forefront of her mind, fueling her anger.
"You left us," she accused, her voice quivering with suppressed rage. "You chose to walk away, leaving me to pick up the pieces."
(BEEP SOUND)
With a jolt, she snapped back to consciousness, her eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of the bus station the stark reality of her surroundings crashing down upon her. With a gasp, Ana bolted upright, a surge of panic coursing through her veins. Her pulse quickened as she glanced at the clock, realizing with a sinking feeling that she'd slept through her bus departure.
Without a moment's hesitation, she shot up from her seat, her heart racing. The missed bus meant she'd be late for her crucial appointment with the martial arts company, an opportunity she couldn't afford to lose. Adrenaline surged through her as she sprinted from the bus station, determination fuelling each stride.
The city streets blurred past her, a whirlwind of motion and urgency as she navigated the familiar yet unfamiliar terrain. Ana's breath came in ragged gasps, but she refused to slow down, the image of the missed bus haunting her thoughts.
The martial arts company loomed in the distance, its facade a beacon of hope amidst her frantic sprint. Every step she took echoed her desperation to make it on time. The bustling cityscape became a mere backdrop as her sole focus honed in on reaching her destination.
Finally, breathless and exhilarated, Ana arrived at the company's entrance. Sweat glistened on her forehead, and her chest heaved with exertion, but her determination remained unwavering. She paused only for a fleeting moment, gathering her composure, before stepping inside.
"YOU ARE LATE!" A sudden loud tone make her tremble.