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The phone went off and I looked at it, my father stood up and walked to it. He picked up the phone and listened to who was calling. "It's for you." He said as he looked at me. I stood up and walked to the phone.
"Hello?" I asked as I putted it against my ear.
"Hello, do I speak with Frances Houseman?" The guy asked. I heard he was from Great Britain because of the accent. I loved the British accent though.
"That's me." I said as I tried to smile.
"Great. I phoned you a few hours ago, but your father told me that you weren't home yet." The guy said and I just was listening to him.
"I've found you thru your university, we're looking for people to work for our charity and we want to have people who still need to learn a lot and want to give it a chance to get everything to know about human rights at our charity. The principal told me that he had the perfect candidate for us." The guy said.
"Why would I be the perfect candidate?" I asked stupidly.
"Well he said that you're doing perfectly at your study and he said you have a child that you take with you to your lessons. He said that you're raising him by your own. It made us think that you must be a very self secure woman and that's exactly what we need for this job." The guy explained.
"What's the job about?" I asked curiously.
"You'll be a manager at the office in London, it means you must send people onto the streets to try to let people fund our charity plus you must go to conferences and expo's to talk about our charity." The guy explained.
"It sounds interesting though, but what does it earns? And how can I find a place to live there in London?" I asked as I looked at my father, he was playing with Thom for a bit.
"You'll get about 17000 pounds a year, I think that's about 27000 dollars. I don't know the exact course at this moment and you will get an apartment from our charity. You don't need to worry about those things; we will arrange everything for you. But only if you want to do it." He said hopeful.
"And you said you'll give me a chance to earn my diplomas and so thru the charity?" I asked.
"Yes. It's a great opportunity for you I think." He said and I smiled happily.
"Can I call you back tomorrow? I want to think about it for a bit." I said as I still was smiling.
"Of course, you've got my phone number?" He asked.
"No I don't." I answered. "Well, phone me tomorrow on number 004478547856821 after 2 o'clock in the afternoon." He said and I was writing the number down.
"Okay, you'll hear from me tomorrow." I said and the guy said goodbye. I laid the phone down and sat myself back on the couch while I was holding the piece of paper with the number on it.
"And?" My father asked me. I explained to him what the guy told me at the phone and he was getting excited about it.
"It's a great opportunity for you honey. I think you must take the job." He said as he kissed my cheek.
"I want mum's opinion about it as well." I said as I stood up from the couch. My mother came to the living room and said that dinner was ready. I took Thom from my father's lap and carried him to the dining room.
I sat him down in his chair and sat myself next to him. I was feeding him while I was eating for myself as well. My parents were looking happily at me and chuckled about Thom, who actually wanted to play with the food.
"No Thom. Eat it, not play with it." I said as I smiled at him, he giggled and clapped his hands. "You're a silly boy." I said as I kissed his forehead.
"You want to raise him in Great Britain?" My mother asked as she was eating while she looked at me, my smile dropped for a bit as I looked back at her.
"Well." I said a bit hesitated as I looked at my father who nodded with a smile on his face.
"I actually am bored with my studies to be honest. I want to go somewhere where I can raise my son peacefully." I explained and my mother was thinking.
"You mean, starting your own life without thinking about Johnny anymore?" She asked as she knew that I couldn't stop thinking about Johnny for one second. My smile dropped totally and I looked at my plate.
It was exact 2 years ago tomorrow that I saw Johnny for the last time, Thomas got 1 year 3 months ago and Johnny missed his first birthday. I was really feeling sad about the fact that Johnny missed his first birthday, his first steps and his first words.
"Oh sorry honey, I didn't mean to mention his name." My mother said as she saw my face.
"It doesn't matter mom. I think it's time to get on with my life, and I think it's best to do that with the opportunity I can have now." I said as I tried to eat while I looked at my son and thought about Johnny.
"Maybe you're right honey. I think dad agrees with your opinion as well." My mother said and smiled at me, I looked up and saw them both smiling.
"True, I agree with that. You know that I said once that you're going to change the world. I'm sure you will one day." My father said as he was smiling proudly at me. I sighed relieved and smiled back.
"I will call the guy tomorrow for saying I will take the job." I said as I ate further on. Thom was making weird noises and I stood up.
"His diaper needs to get changed now." I explained as my parents were looking questioningly at me, I lifted him up in my arms and walked upstairs to the bathroom.
When it was time for my son to go to bed, I sang a little song for him till he was asleep; I walked back downstairs and smiled at my parents.