DEALING WITH THE STALKER
SCHOOL, PREPARATION
is going to be a tough nut to crack. She glanc
rily. "Can I really pull
to view with a jar of lemon juice in her h
oman have to be watching her
suspiciously at her daugh
I need more time to
mn chemical engineering. That's a very wide, vast, profitable cours
chemical engineer. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I still need more time
three weeks, Rose. What the hell are you still waitin
mine not yours. You have no right to dic
hat do you know? We as your parents are doing our best to tell you what's best for your life and future, yet you k
er said I was gon
returns from work. I think we both have given you enough time. This issue has to be
study table. "This is frustrating." She muttered and laid her head on the
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g turned to night. Rose sat in her stu
She sighed and shook her slightl
back. He requests to meet wit
e study walking straight to the sitting room where the stern, frighte
ention on the laptop. "Rose bit her lip and fiddled with
nd he never seemed to understand her. He's a stern man who had spent 80% of his life living it th
er but on his laptop. Rose knew better not to leave if she didn't want to incur his wra
even bothering a single dime about
took his attention from his laptop and adjusted his spectacle
ime choosing a career after three weeks of rec
ly. Of course. Her mom spilled t
e deciding that, I think it's high time I stepped in. I don't want to talk about this too m
" Which is?
l enginee
his sentence. He glanced at her. "Do you have any ot
She took a deep breath. "I'll handle the situation, dad. It's not like I have limite
asked what other course you have in mind
tbursts. "I have nothing in mind yet, dad. I'm taking my time to procee
g is never a mistake,
t's not and can never be a mistake but
u spitting out of that filthy mouth of yours? What
sorry to say that dad. I didn't mean
ge you have to have parents to guide you on the right track in life. Most of your colleagues don't have this opportunity. They are praying for it. Yet you act like some crazily misguided fellow. My dec
was her life going shipwreck a few seconds ago. She wept and
d they even want to have the authority to decide her future f
to live off her passion, her gift. That which she had loved ever si
icked up her lyrics notebook and furiously tore it to shreds. Why is life j