Dorothy Niederer
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When I six years old my grandma told me when I grew up I was going to be an author. I didn't know what it meant, but grandma said it like it was sacred so I believed her. I don't know how she knew, but grandma KNEW...and here I am today.
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The Elevator Incident
Abby clutched the carboard box tighter to her chest as more people entered the elevator. Twenty-nine floors and each time the doors opened; her cheeks flushed with humiliation. After six years at Legacy Insurance, she’d been booted, let go, down-sized – who was she kidding? She’d been fired! Her eyes filled again and she blinked away the tears. She would not cry on an elevator with a bunch of curious on-lookers. It was bad enough she was carrying the box of her personal possessions, so everyone knew she’d been fired. A photograph of her dog Bruce was on top, a Pitbull with the goofiest tongue-lolling smile that usually brightened her day, but now just made her sad.
By Dorothy Niederer5 years ago in Families
