Billionaire choice

Juliet's Point Of View

"Have you taken your drugs today Mum?" I asked my mum who was coming out of her room as we met in the corridor.

"No dear. I just woke up not quite long ago, and I haven't even eaten anything." Mum replied to me sharply.

"Mum! Not again! I told you to always take your drugs on time to avoid any complications or problems with your health." I said with a sigh.

"Juliet, it's not like that, you know it."

"Here you go again, mum. You want to explain again, you keep explaining and creating excuses, mum." I interrupted,

"Juliet. It's not like that, ever since this sickness started it has not been easy to walk about, from the room to the kitchen to use my drugs. My legs and body are not as agile as yours as a youth." Mum explained to me.

Touched by her words and her tone, I walked from the doorsteps to meet her where she was standing and gave her a hug and a radiant smile.

"I know mum. It's because I care about you and I want you to heal totally without having to be afraid of what might happen to you anyway. I cherish you mum."

I said to her, with my voice barely above a whisper.

"Thank you so much Juliet. You make me feel loved and appreciated." Mum said, with her eyes looking emotional.

"You're welcome mama. Now let's go and get those drugs so you can drink them." I said to her sharply.

"Thank you, my daughter."

We walked to the kitchen where I took a glass of water and proceeded to the sitting room where I took the drug that was in a sachet and gave it to my mother as she drank the drug effortlessly and coughed afterward.

"What's the matter? Sorry!" I said, patting her back with my hands.

"I'm fine dear, I rushed the water, that's why," Mum said, as she gulped the last bit of the water in the cup down her throat and she dropped the glass cup afterward.

"What's happening here?" A voice thundered from behind.

The eyes of Mum and I jammed each other, as we both turned and looked back to see who was talking, and it was my father who just walked into the sitting room while Mum and I were talking.

"Dad! You're awake!! How are you doing?" I said, with my teeth wide open.

"I'm good. I was hearing some noises from the room and I thought it was just proper for me to come and check what was going on in my house." Dad said.

"Your house or our house?" Mum asked sharply out of jealousy.

"Oh no! Not again! You both started this morning." I said, laughing.

Everyone burst into laughter, the atmosphere was filled with love and happiness even though we were poor.

"What are we going to eat today honey?" Dad asked sharply.

"It's just 6:30 in the morning, and you're asking what to eat Alex!" Mum yelled.

"Yes. Is it bad?" Dad asked.

"No it's not, but actually there's no food currently."

"Why?"

"Alex, we exhausted everything yesterday and have no money to get another batch." Mum explained to him.

I watched the sadness in my father's eyes, the pain and grief of not being able to provide for his family as a man.

"Dad, it's alright, please don't think about anything at all, things will be fine, and it's just a matter of time." I said, trying to motivate him, so he wouldn't feel bad.

"I really hope so." Dad replied to me.

"Mum, Dad. Please just hang on, let me get to work. If I can see any customers to give me tips during work hours, I will buy some food on my way back from work. We have not been paid yet because it's not yet the end of the month." I explained to my parents out of sincerity and truthfulness.

"No, don't worry." Dad said sharply. Obviously, it was his masculine ego that was revealing itself.

"Alex, we don't have any other option, and it would be nice if you just allowed Juliet to help us if she can." Mum said.

Dad looked downward, he was feeling ashamed and timid, but immediately I noticed, I had to make him feel better.

"Mum, Dad! Let me go and dress up so that I won't be late for work."

I said, as I quickly ran into my room and went to take my bath. It was a very fast one because I couldn't afford to waste any time so that I wouldn't annoy my boss, and he would sack me. He was hot-tempered and wouldn't hesitate to sack me if I made any mistakes at work despite the peanuts that he was paying me.

After I finished bathing, I picked up my dress from the broken wardrobe and I saw my clothes were rumpled and not ironed because we could not afford to buy a pressing iron in our house.

Nevertheless, I wore my clothes without any other option. I felt somehow, but then I just had to wear it and hurry to the office.

"Bye mum, bye dad. I love you" I said, waving off at them in the sitting room.

I walked through the bustling streets in our area, the noise and sounds of the little children filled the atmosphere. The gigantic buildings and little houses that differentiated the poor from the rich became so obvious.

I didn't have enough money to take a public bus to my place of work, and then I made use of my legs and walked as fast as I could. I had not eaten yet. I was walking miles early in the morning.

My legs were aching, my stomach was hurting me due to hunger, and then I started sweating profusely, breathing heavily, all signs showing how tired I was at that particular moment. I felt like stopping, but then I couldn't stop because I had to be at work as early as possible before the boss.