A few days later, Jeff stood outside a pharmacy buying medication for his father. He had just gotten off a call with a friend about a two-month training abroad that his company was forcing him to attend.
“It’s a big opportunity,” his friend had said.
But Jeff had only one thought: What about Papa?
He could not leave his father alone. Not with Mabel. Not without a proper caregiver.
“How I wish I could get a maid today,” he said tiredly into the phone. “I’m traveling soon. I don’t know what to do.”
Angela, who had just stepped out of the pharmacy with medicine for her mother, heard those words.
She recognized him immediately.
Her heart pounded.
Should she speak? Should she stay silent?
She gathered courage and stepped closer.
“Sir, excuse me, please.”
Jeff turned and looked at her. Her face seemed familiar.
Angela spoke carefully. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overhear. But I heard you say you need someone to care for your father. I can do the job.”
Jeff straightened.
“You can?”
“Yes, sir. I take care of my mother. She is sick, so I know how to give medicine, help someone sit, feed them, watch them carefully. I can do it.”
Jeff studied her face. Her eyes were tired, but sincere. There was honesty in them.
“Can you start tomorrow?”
Angela nodded, then hesitated. “I need to go home first and tell my mother.”
“That’s fine,” Jeff said quickly. “Give me your address. My driver will pick you up in the morning.”
Angela stared at him in shock. “Really, sir?”
