Pobre Ana In English Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Anaya POV: I woke up when suddenly opened by amma bi." child...come ,eat something...you will be hungry",she said." no amma bi I'm not hungry... I don't want to eat anything ",I said while struggling to keep my eyes open. " no child...look how you are... You didn't anything from yesterday " she said. " I said I don't want to eat anything ",I said in frustration. Amma no got up and left the room. I can't live here and wait for marriage. I need to do something.

Nitra said while serving lunch on the coffee table in the office. “Thank you mumma, the lunch is delicious.” Ahana said and Vihaan nodded in agreement “Thank you bacha now tell me what all you brought from the mall I got a huge bill?” Nitra asked. “That actually mumma I was so lost because of the sale I lost the track of bill, I am sorry.” she answered. “It’s okay bacha but tell me then why were you shouting on Vihaan?” Vikram asked. “Actually the thing is someone has a tiny crush and he refused to address it.” Ahana said making Vihaan chock on his food.

oh My God, this is a very unlucky morning for me to start *** Hey morning. Have you ever got rejected by your own family making you lose it. As I told you this story half way written out of experience ..read the next chapter to find out what happens

"It's nothing as long as it's you." Mercedes came out with the goods from the back of their house. "This is, hijo, those are arranged already." "Oh, thank you so much Auntie, Mercedes," I told her. "Just for you,hijo. That's okay. Oh we'll leave you there, hijo and I'll do something else." She said goodbye to me. It’s more than compared to the ones I bought before. I said goodbye to Mrs. Figueroa after I also thanked her. I was happy pushing the cart because I had many goods like yesterday but they didn't want to let me pay for the goods like before.

She tightly held the money in her hand, crying out in despair. A new day had begun, and everything would be okay, right? Anna's house was very poor, with only a small bed that was almost falling apart. The four bed legs could only support one person lying down, and the worn-out mattress sank in some places. Anna lay on that bed, closed her eyes for a moment, and carefully placed her hand on the pocket of her pants where the money from the stranger man was. He had helped her, and Anna hoped to meet him again at least once so that she could sincerely say thank you.

Anna laughs. “I’m still Zimbabwean, a country that at one point had starving millionaires,” Anna says. Anna finishes eating and Sophia orders an Über so that Anna doesn’t wear herself out walking. Anna decided to do some reading in the lounge and found Henry there reading already. He looked up at Anna as she entered.

"I can't move it anymore; I don't have the strength in my arms and legs right now." Wendy looked incredulous, stepping out from behind the counter and staring at Anna angrily. "What do you mean you can't move it? You're a grown person, how hard can it be to move a few chickens? You're just lazy, Anna. Of all three sisters, you're the least successful and the laziest. Whenever there's work to do at home, you always make excuses. I've obviously fed you too well."

There she was… walking on her hands, her body trembling yet unyielding, one leg raised high and her swollen ankle below, her chains still dragging. His jaw clenched, his fist tightening with rage. “Impossible…” he spat. And he turned away, pressing onward, but the anger on his face betrayed his shaken pride. When she neared the end, the storm relented. Rain softened to a drizzle, the heavy clouds tearing apart as sunlight pierced through, golden and merciless. The ground glistened with wet soil, mud clinging to her arms and chest. Anana gasped for air as she finally reached the end of the fourth stage. Her body was soaked, her hands blistered, her leg swollen. But she had made it.

Chapter 4 Ana's pov “My love, I'm sorry, but do you mind explaining everything to me again?” My Mom asked me; each word that passed through her lips did so with intentional efforts, so much so that it made my heart basically ache to watch my once energetic mother struggle with something so basic as speech. In the past weeks, I had mastered the art of crafting believable stories. I told her that I have been working for a rich old lady who was in dire need of a caretaker.

“Thank you so much.” Anaya watched as Samira smiled at the customer who turned around to leave. As soon as Samira met Anaya’s gaze from the opposite side of the road, her smile dropped instantly. Someone else came to purchase something from her kiosk but she remained unmoving, her eyes fixated on Anaya until the person tapped her. Anaya locked her car and crossed the road, heading towards the kiosk. When faced with no other option but to meet her uncle, Anaya searched about Charles and read about how his company got bankrupt and how he had to sell his properties in order to pay his debt.