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| Some Stories don't make An End Chapter-1 The Needle This story unfolds in a time when the world was gradually advancing in technology. It was around noon, and the scorching heat outside was almost unbearable. Suddenly, a girl’s excited voice pierced the air as she shouted, “I got it, I got it!” Startled, a woman in her early forties, adjusting her glasses, hurriedly emerged from the kitchen and rushed to her only daughter’s room. Breathless, she asked, “What happened, dear?” Overwhelmed with excitement, the girl barely noticed her mother’s heavy breathing. With a jubilant tone, she exclaimed, “I got my selection letter! I’ve been selected by the company! I have to go, Ma!” Her mother was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down her face. For a moment, she couldn’t believe her ears, but as the truth sank in, she felt an overwhelming sense of pride and joy. Sheena, a recent college graduate, had been tirelessly applying to this company, The Needle, for the past three months. Although not the most prestigious company in town, it was a well-regarded one and could serve as a solid stepping stone for her fashion career. Time and again, her applications had been rejected. Passionate about designing and making dresses rather than simply wearing them, Sheena’s dream had faced numerous hurdles. But this time, her perseverance paid off. Her luck had finally turned. That evening, Sheena’s father returned home, visibly tired from a long day at the office. The moment he stepped inside, he was met with the life-changing news: his daughter was about to embark on her first professional journey. His weariness melted away as he sprang from his chair, his eyes wide with surprise and joy. Tears of happiness began to flow as he struggled to process that his little girl had grown up and was stepping into the world of opportunities. Wasting no time, Sheena dove into preparations after receiving her confirmation. Days turned into nights, and soon, the much-awaited moment arrived. The next thing she knew, she was standing in front of the grand office doors. |
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