It’s been three years since I’ve moved from my hometown and I still remember that pleasing experience I had when I moved out for the first time. I was a teary eyed 20 year old girl, crying as if being snatched from her parents, as my aunty asked me to live with her. My Aunt Solly is a forty year old single woman; she’s got no one to live with her after her assistant, gave birth and has to find a far more income generating job than to be a saleslady in her clothing shop. So when she asked me to be the replacement, I totally hesitated at first. But when she mentioned I can earn for my schooling, I agreed. In no time, my parents got my moving boxes ready and called a local moving company to assist me and my aunt to live in her shop at the west coast.

The Raleigh moving service was fast and prompt. Although I didn’t want to leave at first. They helped me carrying all my loads and stuff; and my aunt was really excited that I will work for her. Today, I look back at that day when I am crying. But now, there are no more tears, not a kid anymore. I’ve got this job that sustains me. And I’ve got a relative who looks after me as if I was her own child.