CHAPTER FIFTY

Small Beginnings

Theme Song : Sia - You Can Do Anything.

"I can't seem to do anything good right now!" I slumped onto the wide green couch and sighed. Nana looked at me with pity and handed the coffee she brewed. She wouldn't if she knew I had two Styrofoam cups last night and one this morning during my hunt for work. It wasn't a good thing for the baby but I fancied a caffeinated beverage that wasn't tea at the moment because I was confused as hell. It was almost February and still,I didn't have an idea where to start from.

"I take it this didn't turn out well too." Nana's accent seemed to get thicker each time I heard it. Living for twenty four years with British accents all around seemed to do something to my tympanic membrane. The accent seemed more lighter here and the landscape made me understand why the state was often referred to as 'everybody’s favorite city'.