9

That next morning, I rushed myself to the library. Once there, Aunt Agnes was busy talking to her husband.

“Good morning.” I smiled.

“Good morning, pretty girl,” Uncle answered immediately.

“Good morning, dear. What brings you here so early?”

“I hope I am not asking too much from you guys. Since you are looking for a helping hand, I need a job. My brother wants to admit himself to rehab, and he needs my help.”

They furrowed their brows, listening to me carefully.

“Do you want money? We can help you,” Aunty offered.

“No, I want this job. Please accept my offer to help.”

They smiled and nodded their heads, quickly in agreement.

Before I even mentioned my paycheck, Uncle said, “I will talk to management. We will pay you biweekly if that’s okay?”

I nodded with excitement and happy tears as I hugged them.

“Thank you for helping me. I’ll come after college hours,” I said excitedly before leaving the library and walking out.

As I left, my mind was busy scheduling my day with the additional