Charlene
We're finally back in Canada. I imagine I have too much work piled up, and I definitely can't count on Aaron. And now, being pregnant, I don't know what's going to become of me.
"You look worried," my new little friend tells me. "You're frowning, and you'll get wrinkles."
I bring my fingers to my forehead to smooth out the lines. She's right. At this rate, I'll become an old lady from worrying.
"I can't just leave the hospital as if it's nothing. My father no longer has the energy to take care of everyone, and I can't count on my partner," I say.
She laughs because she knows I'm talking about Aaron. He's the cutest guy, sweetest, and most loving—but he's lazy.
"I think you should delegate tasks in the medical area to him and hire someone else to help you," she says.
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