Eden’s Point of View

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, as I washed my face under the running faucet of the female washroom; we had an early morning open heart surgery, which was another success, thanks to the support and trust of my hardworking colleagues.

My work life is the only thing I am grateful for.

I stared hard at my reflection in the mirror; my eyes were sleep deprived and they had big ugly bags. I looked terrible, but that was as a result of the events of the previous week—it ...