7: Reformation
1165 Words
Five Years Later
"Mommy, are you not going to work today?" I could hear my daughter ask while I was sleeping.
I slowly opened my eyes, and there she was, trying to put on her school clothes. A smile forced its way across my lips as I saw the effort she was putting into dressing herself but couldn't.
I glanced at the clock and panicked in shock, "Oh my goodness." I never knew it was already 7:30 a.m."
I instantly jumped out of bed and took her to the restroom for a shower. I had worked so stressfully yesterday that I couldn't wake up early today, as usual, to prepare for work and drive my kid to school.
A few minutes later, I finished bathing her and dressed her quickly before we headed to the garage to go to her school.
"Mommy, remember you promised to take me to the amusement park today after school? Are you still going to fulfill it?" She asked while I was driving.
"Of course, dear. I will," I responded.
"Yay!" She exclaimed in excitement and clapped happily. "Thank you, mommy. I can't wait," she said.
I smiled and caressed her head without taking my eyes off the road.
I had even forgotten about the promise, but thankfully, I have a short time at the office today, so I could make it home on time and still take her to the amusement park.
My daughter Daisy is four years old and just a replica of Zayn, which sometimes makes me sad. This constantly reminded me of him, even though I had determined to forget everything about him because of the pain he made me go through.
Nonetheless, I gave her the name Daisy to always remember my beloved friend Daisy because she's not someone worth forgetting. Although we still speak on the phone and chat, I decided to give my daughter her name because I want her to be a lifetime memory.
She was my backbone then and even now because I would have ended my life then if not for her help.
I smiled victoriously as I recalled my experience so far in the journey of life. The past five years had been hectic and not something worth boasting about.
Honestly, it had been a tough voyage. At some point, I even blamed myself for leaving Bevois Valley district in Southampton, where I live with Daisy, just because I wanted to stop seeing Blake and his new lover.
I thought I could at least get a good-paying job that I could use to fend for myself and my then-unborn baby as soon as I arrived here, but it was the other way around.
I slept in the slump for a whole week before I managed to get a job as a cleaner in one of the local restaurants where I got in contact with my life changer, Mr. Jason, who sponsored me back to college to study digital marketing.
Honestly, I'm very good at digital marketing, even though I didn't study it in college then. It was the course I intended to study back then in college before I went into business administration out of foolishness just because that was Zayn's field of study.
Although I did well in the subject, I wasn't satisfied with working in the field back then in Southampton City.
Throughout my years in college, Mr. Jason was the one providing for me even when I gave birth to my little angel.
However, as fate may have it, two days after I graduated, Mr. Jason employed me as a special digital marketer in Tech Savvy Strategies, which is one of his companies.
So now, I can guarantee more than the basics of myself and my daughter, as I have dedicated myself so much to my work that Tech Savvy Strategies is growing a lot every year because of the project my team and I are developing.
In honesty, seeing the growth of this company gives me great joy because this was the only way I could repay Mr. Jason for his kindness towards me, even though he didn't know anything about me then.
At this point, I realized I'm actually in the best phase of my life. An independent woman, well-resolved with myself as a mother and worker, and loving and caring for myself more than I had ever done.
I don't need to beg any man to stay with me or constantly feel depressed because of his ill-treatment.
Just then, we arrived at my daughter's school, and I steered in and parked at the garage.
"Mommy goodbye. See you in the afternoon," Daisy said as she gave me a deep hug before she hurriedly alighted from the car.
"Alright, honey. Take care of yourself," I responded and watched as she ran to her little friends who came to welcome her.
A contagious smile crept on my lips. At least my daughter is living the life I couldn't live during my childhood.
After a few minutes of staring at them, I sighed as I came back from my thoughts. I ignited the car's engine and steered out. I have to hurry and drive straight to the office because I'm almost late for work.
Thankfully, there wasn't any traffic on the way to the office, so I arrived quicker than expected.
I walked out of the car without delay and walked into the company's facilities, responding to the greetings of my colleagues.
I was wearing a blue business suit that featured a cubed skirt that reached above my knees. A white dress shirt and a blazer at the same color as the skirt. Comfortable heels and my blonde hair fell in a soft cascade down to the middle of my back.
I completed the outfit with a matching blue handbag, adding a touch of professionalism and style to my overall look.
All the staff of this company knew me and treated me very well because I also treated them well. Starting from the cleaner to the CEO, Mr. Jason.
I was one of the partners at Tech Savvy Strategies, leading it together with Mr. Jason, who had been helping me till now.
In this organization, everyone is equal when it comes to treatment. As someone who had seen premium hell in the past, I detest seeing others being maltreated just because they're in a less position or unfortunate to make it big.
I walked directly to the office of Mr. Jason to greet him so we could discuss today's activity.
"Good morning, Mr. Jason," I greeted, letting out a warm smile. "I hope you had a good time during the weekend," I added. He is quite an accessible person, so we do joke and discuss other things apart from work some of the time.
"Of course, dear. By the way, you're not looking bad," he responded, and I chuckled blushingly.
"Thank you sir."
Just then, a knock came on the door.
"Yes, who's there?" he asked.
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