From Trash Bag to Cash Bag

Chapter 69.

Hannah was crying and pacing every corner of her room. The bed was untidy, and the pillows were thrown here and there. She would walk to sit on the bed for a while, then get up to throw another shade of tantrums.

She walked straight to the door and started to bang on it. The pinkish cover of her palm had turned red from the constant pouncing on the door.

There were tears flowing, pouring from her eyes as she called in a loud voice,

"Mother, please let me out!" She was beginning to lose her voice.

"Mother! Mother, please!!" She hit the door over and over again, but there was nothing that came.

"I was wrong, Mother. Please forgive me. It has been hours, Mother. Mother, please!" She kept dealing all the cards she could lay her hands on.

She did all she could to get the attention of her mother, but it seemed as though she was talking to the walls. Well, that might be true because she was the only one in the room, and her neighbours were the four wall corners and the indifferent door