The director bent down without a word, picked up the little pencil, and looked at it for a few moments in silence. Then he leaned towards Liza and, with a warm smile, handed it to her.
— I think you dropped something, little one, he said gently.
Liza blinked in surprise, while Sofia, blushing furiously, tried to say something, but the man gently raised his hand, stopping her.
— Madam, I believe we haven’t had the pleasure of meeting. I am Marin Andrei, the general director. You are… Sofia, right?
— Yes… Sofia Ionescu, she replied slowly, her voice trembling.
Svetlana straightened her back, red with anger, trying to explain the situation.
— Mr. Marin, this lady came to the interview with her child. We thought that…
— That a child has no place here? he interrupted her calmly, but with a look that cut like a blade.
Svetlana fell silent immediately.
— You know, madam, he continued, I grew up without a mother. My father worked and had no time to even take me to school. If someone had had the courage to judge him for that, I might not be here today.
The room fell into a heavy silence. Liza, feeling the tension ease, smiled shyly.
— I drew a house, she said, holding up the colored paper.
Marin looked at the drawing and smiled again.
— Beautiful house. I believe that mothers who work deserve a safe home, don’t you think, Liza?
The little girl nodded enthusiastically, and Sofia could barely hold back her tears.
— Mrs. Ionescu, he said, in this company, we need people who know what it means to fight. Not those who hide behind appearances. You are hired.
Sofia was left speechless.
— But… I… the child…
— The child is proof that you know what responsibility means, he interrupted her with a smile. And if you ever have no one to leave him with, bring him along. I have a niece who loves to color.
Svetlana lowered her gaze, completely defeated. Marin left the office as calmly as he had entered, while Sofia stood still for a few moments, unable to believe what had just happened.
Liza tugged at her sleeve.
— Mommy, that man is nice, isn’t he?
— Yes, my dear, very nice, she whispered, with tears in her eyes.
As she exited the building, Sofia felt for the first time in a long while that life was smiling at her. She was no longer just a single mother looking for a job. She was a woman who had managed to turn a day of humiliation into a new beginning.
On the way, holding Liza’s hand, she thought to herself: “Sometimes, God sends help just when you feel you can’t go on.”
And, for the first time in years of struggles, Sofia smiled broadly, her heart full of gratitude and hope.
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