Ami's Monologue

Here comes another day for Ami, the darkness is still lingering in the morning when an alarm clock broke the pin drop silence in the room.

Waking up At 5:00 am is super early but Ami begins her day this early. She begins her mourning ritual of reading the latest news and new articles by her favourite journalists, for at least an hour and then gets ready for work. She had to take a train for Thirty minutes to the city and then commute via bus to her office. she doesn't usually eat in the morning just a cup of green tea is fine for the caffeine kick.

Before she left, she woke up Liu and gave her a cup of tea as well and pushed her into the bathroom and left for the station.

The train arrived at the station." I wish I can get a seat this time" thought Ami. "wow, I guess today is my lucky day, I see an empty seat", Ami celebrated.

Sitting on her seat looking at the thick glass pane of the window Ami sighed and then started observing the people around her. The noisy and chatty students, the overworked employees and the ladies with their toddlers and a few young as well as old men standing and sitting on the train as it started moving. "It's all the same, nothing new." thought Ami then closed her eyes and started having her inner monologue.

"Money" is just a simple word comprising of simple 5 letters from the English Alphabet but holds a great significance in my life.

I will go as far as to say it holds great significance in society as well. I always wonder what if I was born on the other side, with a great abundance of money.

Will my life had been different? , just maybe I could be happier and more satisfied. Throughout my life, I had been given ridiculous names by friends and family, which I do not entertain at all. How could you just give me these ridiculous names and expect me to be ok with it, but maybe I am too lazy to make them stop calling me these names?

I work as a Personal Secretary for the Chief Editor of a Newspaper Firm, more like I am his babysitter cum maid. This man drives me crazy with his ridiculous methods of working. It seems like he is still living in the 19th century. He refuses to accept technology and follows Traditional ways, which explains why our newspaper is not that well known in the Country.

In this Digital Era, we are still limited to printed medium only, If it was in his hands he might have replaced the computers with Typewriters.

Growing up I always dreamed of working under a handsome, Insanely Rich boss who falls in love with me and we will spend the rest of our lives in a bungalow. "Yeah yeah" it's your typical Shojo Manga Story but I was an idiot back then who believed in this crap, but now I live in reality and know these things do not happen in real life.

In real life, the majority of the bosses are old grumpy egotistical men who might give you PTSD for the rest of your life. He is not that bad though as everyone paints him to be, the only quality I truly admire about my boss is that he is not a pervert, I had been working under him for about one and a half years but I never saw this man ever making sexual advances towards any staff member so far, which makes it a safe to work with him. That man also lived a tragic life, His wife divorced him and had taken full custody of his two children. I would be bitter too if I didn't get to see my children. So he devotes most of his time to making the staff suffer. I think he hates women as much as I hate men. We are a match made in heaven, destined to be together.

Anyways, The worst of all is his tantrums, I hate it when he screams at the top of his lungs. I do the best I could to keep him calm, but this man releases his anger at the drop of a hat.

If words and looks could kill people, he will be in jail forever.

One might wonder why I work under such a Tyrant whom I hate with every Fiber of my being. The answer to that is simple, Money.

My life was never been stable as far as I remember but now I have gotten a hang of it. I am just waiting for the day when all my worries will disappear and I will finally be happy for real, so I don't have to fake a smile.

Don't judge me I am not a psychopath, I genuinely love a few people in my life but I couldn't care less about others.

I am just an ordinary Woman with an extraordinary dream of being Rich and living a comfortable life. Is it too much to ask? , no I guess.

But it is hard to progress for women in the male dominant society, when you do not have connections or when you are not ready to sleep your way to the top. I don't have connections nor I can do the latter.

I know the opportunities for women had significantly increased and are increasing every day as we speak but the population is also increasing exponentially. The resources are Limited but the people utilizing these resources are not limited. It's a Dog eats dog world out there. If you slack for one minute you will be replaced by anyone else in an instant.

I am a graduate of a local college no one heard of, and a freelance writer in my very little spare time so getting a job with decent pay makes all the boss's humiliation worth it.

I love journalism and I truly believe that journalists are the mirror of society that reflects all the injustices happening in the world. I wanna be an Editor for a Renowned Magazine or Newspaper publication, but this dream of mine sometimes seems like a far-fetched reality.

My family is important to me, I love them. My mother, and my twin siblings. Shoyo and Maya, by the way, are my half siblings.

My Biological Father left my Mom and me when I was 10. I thought he might have gone on a business trip but soon I realize that he had left us. I hated that bastard with every shred of my being.

Growing up, I always hoped that one day he might come back and apologise to us and we will be happy again, but that day never come. Now I don't care if he's dead or alive. I don't wanna know anything about him, If he ever comes back into our lives again, I don't know what I might do.

My mother, Misty Yang is a strong woman. She can see through any form of deception and does not even fall for marketing gimmicks but when it comes to love she is as Fragile as Tofu. She wears her heart on the sleeves. Her brain doesn't work when it comes to love.

After being deceived by the first love of her life, for whom she ran away from her moderately rich parents, she does the ultimate sin to fall in love with another man who also fled away with my mother's hard-earned money and left her with two more children to raise. I didn't like that man either but for the sake of my mother, I kept my opinions to myself. I was happy when he left, it opened my mom's eyes and made her realise that all men are scumbags.

Misty Yang is a woman of Pride, after being left alone by her husband, she refused to go back to her parents for help but instead figured out a way for herself. She is a true Feminist and a Matriarch who still uses her father's last name and passed it down to her children as well.

All jokes apart, I love my Mom. Most people might have blamed others or even God for their sufferings but not my mother. She picked up herself and made her way through life. She is truly a role model for me.

My mother worked multiple jobs to support her family which left her tired and exhausted all the time. She was barely home most of the time, so I was stuck with my siblings. I have to take care of them. At first, I hated it but with time it kinda grew on me and I developed a deep connection with them. I can do anything to see them smile.

I think I realized the importance of money from a very young age. As a kid, you might have a desire to buy a lot of stuff, but I knew we can't afford that. Watching my mother struggle for so many years, I believed there was no God in heaven who watches above us, who punishes the evil doers and protects the good people or maybe he/she wasn't aware of our existence.

Now I am not the same old helpless kid anymore, I am an independent woman with so many dreams, and I will do anything to make my dreams a reality. It's a promise to myself and like Naruto, I never go back on my words, This is my Ninja way. Oh, by the way, my station has arrived, gotta go.

She then took a bus to her office and arrived at the building. The only elevator in the building just shuts its doors in her face and she can't wait for it now as she is already five minutes late.

so she took the stairs to the third floor and reached her destination only to get a welcoming scolding from her boss. Immediately she settled her things down on her little table and gave Today's planner to the boss and begins another hectic day at work.