“My dad is sick and my mother cannot take care of him. Being the only lady among my siblings, the responsibility has fallen on me to take care of him.”
“That’s so kind of you. How old is your dad, if I’m allowed to ask?”
“Oh, you may ask. My dad’s 71. 1951. I have no problem sharing his age with you at all. I feel so proud of him”
Dorothy pushed her handkerchief clumsily into her pink purse while retaining the smile on her face. Scanning her through the side of his eyes, Nathan responded warmly: “oh, that’s nice. He has lived to a ripe age”.
Dorothy expanded her smile further.
“Wow! This is a miracle. I began searching for this assurance two years ago. Each time I came, I was told there was no vacancy. I tried meeting with the Director but I never had the chance.”
“That was in the past. Now that you have the opportunity, you only need to be grateful to God”…
“Indeed, I have to be grateful. God bless you so much. God bless you for everything you have done. Dorothy brushed a strand hair from across her face while tossing her small black purse between her two hands.
“You were not the one here the last time I came…
“Yes. That’s true. He’s been transferred. I am here now.”
“I see! What a miracle? I began looking for an opportunity to teach in this district for about four years now. Each time I came, I was told there was no vacancy. Miracles happen.” She said and was already by the door.
“Please wait. You haven’t paid yet. You’ll give us five hundred cedis…