Part Seven
Finally, the means of transportation arrived after a long wait, which will take me to our house, which is very far from my workplace. Every day, I would walk a long distance from our home to the office on my feet. Otherwise, I would only work to pay half of my salary if I were to take the means of transportation every day to reach my work, despite the distance. I always made sure to arrive before time to open the office before Mr. Lawyer arrived, despite the pressures and the fear that came over me, especially when I found myself on the road alone. I was very diligent. Sometimes I felt that I was burdening myself with more than I could bear. The important thing is that I began to regain some of my strength despite the fact that My pain and pain were great. I resisted my tears and the disappointment I was exposed to, so I took my books and my personal belongings and placed them inside the vehicle. I handed the chair to its owner and thanked him very much for the good treatment. I bid him farewell with eyes filled with tears and a thin body that made the situation even more painful. The profession of problems greatly affects a person’s health and psychology, and even changes his features. I was expelled from it and I was suffering from several diseases. I sat inside the truck thinking about what I would say to my mother and my brothers. My pain was great. How would I explain to them that after all the many sacrifices I had made, my reward was expulsion from my job? How would I face my regret for all those years that I had lost? I think about it as a female. I never thought about starting a family or a life of my own. My only job and concern was the office’s interest, to be at the forefront. I gave my work such dedication and sincerity that it made me forget that I was a human being of flesh and blood. My goal was always to work and to work only for the sake of the interest. The office, and in the end I was fired for no reason. Imagine with me if I had a defect and was not an example of an ideal writer. How would I remain in my job all these years? Of course, it is a question I ask myself, and I always arrive at one answer. I wish I had been the opposite and had been fired since the beginning of my work. I would not have I feel this heartbreak and bitterness that I feel currently. Even my honesty, sincerity, and self-denial throughout those years did not intercede for me. A very painful end ravaged my body. I did not feel myself the whole way, only my thoughts were taking me in all directions. As for me, I was almost absent or almost dead. I was I only wish to God that I could remember the address of our house and what I would say to my household if they asked me why I came while signs of fatigue were appearing on me at this time, and most people know the extent of my commitment to working hours and my devotion to my work. Many times I would be seriously ill and go to work. They would notice that, but they They do not interfere out of respect for my dedication to my work, even when I am sick, because I do not like to be absent from my work, and if I were sick, I would work. I am the writer and my absence will inevitably affect the affairs and interests of the work...