Chapter Ninety-One

Chapter 91 – Joyce Mendoza

I’m the worst sister ever.

I kept on telling myself that same phrase over and over again. And if I thought I’d be over it after three seemingly long fucking years, then I must be on some crack. The truth is, I’m just telling myself that just to make myself feel better when in reality I’m a horrible mess. The kind of mess no one wants. My mom secretly hates me. No one wants to date me. I don’t even want me now.

“Miss Mendoza,” The manager sat right in front of me wearing that mask of disappointment that has become a very familiar thing to me. “Did you just raised your voice to an older woman who has stutter?”

“I-I didn’t know she has a stutter because she was speaking fluently the first time. I thought she was just playing me to get a discount.”

“I don’t even want to hear your explanation, Miss Mendoza. You went through the training and you still can’t execute a proper empathy. And clearly you did not read through our list of special customers. Mrs. Domin