Digital Ink Publishing
The building looms in front of me, its name sprawled in bright pink letters that catch the sunlight and almost seem to shimmer. The structure stands tall and proud despite its modest height, making me feel like an insignificant speck—making me want to scurry right back off into the comfort of my house.
Who am I even kidding? What am I even doing here?
Clearly, I have an English degree, but it is true, there’s a six-year gap with no significant progress achieved along the period. How will I do justice to this place by working as a Junior Content Editor? Why should they pay me $3600 every month?
Instinctively, I take a step back and that’s when Evie’s voice echoes in my mind. “All the best, Mommy!” she had said to me before I waved her off inside the school. “I’m
