Chapter 8

Hopeless- Clinton Kane We walked out of our department and I heaved a tired sigh. "The results? Aisha, my friend said with a chuckle and I nodded As much as mid terms weren't in my favors, that really was just an addition to what I'm feeling. It's been two weeks since I saw the sales guy. Funny how I've sat and talked with him but doesn't know his name. Even more bizarre is the connection I feel when I just met him. My mother have been organizing tea hangouts, in conversations, women discussions and every other name she could find to name a hangout of gossip, money talks and photographs. She made attend one and I've brought up excuse to avoid every single one onwards. I've attended in conversations before and they were nothing like what she organizes. I remember attending one that made me realize the true essence of kindness. It was a great feeling walking out of that hall and suddenly treating everyone with delicacy and softness. I pushed the thought of my mom and he