Elizabeth
Straightening my pencil skirt, I let my thick curls fall to my shoulders. Grabbing my handbag, I headed towards the door.
The last time I went to a job interview was three years ago. Mrs. Hamilton said interviews were just lame excuses to scrutinize people. She made me apply to multiple jobs online, and now I have five interviews to attend this week.
A week ago, she was discharged from the hospital, and I spent that entire week receiving advice on how to live a more productive life from her. It wasn't as bad as I thought. We did argue a lot, but it was more playful than serious.
She taught me how to make pancakes, and now I’m proud to say I make the best pancakes on earth courtesy of Mrs. Hamilton.
She also taught me how to make simple dishes ,something my mother never did.
To think we would become best buds after all our constant bickering was absurd… but look at us now.
I walked a few feet from my house to get a cab. I’ll get a car with my first paycheck if I get this job,
