"So what were you saying then?" Frankie,
one of my colleagues at work asked.
"I'm retiring." I said back to her as I typed away on the laptop. I was typing all the sales we made and saving some records. My colleague who was supposed to do this was not available at the moment so I helped out. After all, I'm leaving this job, I know I will miss this work as it was one of my favorites and my longest. When I moved to the city, I tried other jobs but didn't stay long because it was stressful, with low payment and unexciting. But I love this job so much and it was my longest.
"What? Why?" She asked, confused.
"Nothing."
"Did you get a new job?" She asked.
"Yes, I think so." I replied hesitantly. Should I call it a job? Yes, I'm a surrogate mother or a baby mother who would get paid af
