DENNIS

A giraffe? Why the heck would a four year old want a giraffe. As a pet? A toy? That is so unasual.

And expensive!

A real giraffe will cost a fortune!

Right now, I doubt I can even shave anything off my account to afford the basic needs talkless of a breathing giraffe.

"Daddy?"

I turned to replace her gaze on me, expectant.

I smiled. "Of course, I'd get one for you. A real giraffe, isn't it?"

Her eyes lit up and she bobbed her head, too excited to speak up.

"Daddy will get you a giraffe," I said, already regretting why I even asked her what she wanted.

She threw her hands up in the air. "Today is the best day ever!"

By the time I parked in the hospital's parking lot, she seemed to have exhausted her energy for the day and her eyelids struggled to stay open.

I stepped out of the car and went to the other side and undid her seat belt. Then I carried her and together we went into her ward.

"Make sure you have enough rest, okay?" I told her as I dropped a kiss on her forehead.

She bobbed her head. "Thank you for coming to see me today and taking me to see Mummy and uncle Aiden."

"You know I'd do anything for you and your mom."

"Will you be back tomorrow so we can see the baby together?"

"There's a lot of work for me to do, baby, but I'll try."

She nodded, stood on her bed and then she wrapped her arms around me.

I got into my car and made my way back to the bar.

On my way, I could not stop wondering how much a giraffe will cost. Let's not even talk about the care that it would need as a pet.

I grabbed my phone to check the price ranges but quickly dropped it.

It wasn't like I had the money to get it now. Confirming how expensive it is will only make me worry more.

I had a lot to worry about already.

At the bar, there was enough customers as usual but it didn't fill me with glee like it always did because I knew that the more customers, the faster our things will finish and we'd have to restock and the money for restock was no where to be found. As I tried to not show my lethargy, the manager walked up to me. This time I didn't shun him and he finally told me that my wife was here.

"I know," I simply told him. "Thank you." Then I made my way up the stairs to my office.

On the way, Tabitha walked up to me.

"Welcome back, sir," she chirped as she fell in step with me.

"Okay," I muttered absentmindedly as I began to shrug off my jacket.

"Let me help you with that, sir," she said and was immediately behind me, removing my jacket for me.

"Thank you," I told her and together we walked into my office.

Inside, I collected the jacket from her and draped it over my seat then collapsed into it.

When I looked up, Tabitha was still there. Her hands behind her back, waiting for any further instruction.

I was going to thank her and ask her to replace her way out but I suddenly remembered what we talked about the other day.

"So, you said you'd be able to help me get back my money except that it will take time, right?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"Why not? I'll tell you everything you want to know about it."

I gestured toward one of the two seats across from me. "Have a seat then. Tell me everything there is about it. How do I get started?"

As she began to speak, I remained

reclined in my seat, slightly uninterested in whatever she had say but was willing to give her a chance. At this point, I will take r sugge

anyone's advice

I frowned, "Meditation?"

She paused and nodded slowly, "Yes, sir."

swney

I resisted the urge to throw my hands in the air or hiss, "How the heck is that supposed to get me my money back?"

"You've not been listening, sir. It's not just meditation. It's mostly spiritual cleansing, meditation and manifestation. They work hand in hand."

I gaped at Tabitha. I have never thought she was the type to believe in stuff like these.

I took a deep breath and told her calmly. "If that is how you intend to help me, let me make it clear, I'm not into all of that..."

"Into all of what, sir?"

"Spiritual cleansing, cult shit and all. I don't do those." I shook my head, slightly dissapointed. "I actually thought you were fit to be of help. I hoped you'd be of help."

"No, no, boss," Tabitha shook her head. "It's not cult."

I arched my brows at her. "What is it then? Tell me."

"It's simply a process of replaceing one's true self and replaceing peace."

I raised my brows and gasped. "Oh really? Tell me more."

"In these age, there's now so much pressure on everyone, young and old. Depression is just a step or few steps away from most of us. While few people refuse to take that step because of their grit and resilience, most fail. They had no help or guidance, they give in. Finding yourself, cleansing your soul, these things bring you back, they make living more fulfilling."

What shit is this girl spewing? I want my money back and she's telling me how to alleviate depression and know myself?

I sighed. "Get back to work, Tabitha."

She blinked. "Sir?"

"Get back to work."

"Yes sir," she nodded and left.

Even though, I will totally not go down the routes she had said, I managed to acknowledge that the money I lost might have made me unconsciously take that step that she talked about.

When I was with Ana and Amie, it was better. was convinced that all will be well, but now, they were not here to brighten up my gloomy. mood with their smiles and talks. It was just me and my incoming bills and empty bank account.

Sooner or later, I'd have to take care of this depressing feeling before it manifests into something worse.

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