Job
I love to get a job in year 2010.
I looked every newspaper in my way that I could get the news about money paying job that
looks like a good thing. Hope was all I had so I kept looking.
But I am getting hopeless not finding any thing. I am feeling scared that I am living in day
light, but it looks like a bad dream. It sounds sad, I feel like breaking into tears. Sharing
makes me feel better, which is a real feeling.
But how can I give up ? When some thing says wait for the bad times to end. Also it says it
will be a lesson that will make me stronger because I lived. Smarter because that I learned.
And proud of how tough I am made.
Copyright © Homera Arefee | Year Posted 2010
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