"We're back." I smiled as I said this. I then introduced the kids to each other. "This is Daniel, Auntie Shirley's son. He will be staying with us for the time being. Daniel, this is Anne."
"Hello, Anne," Daniel greeted earnestly.
"Nice to meet you." Anne replied courteously. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask me, alright?"
"Thank you, Anne."
After a very tiring night, I changed into my house slippers and entered the living room. I then laid down on the couch. With one hand massaging my strained neck, I reached over and grabbed one of the files on the table. I roughly looked through it's contents.
[Accounting Costs for the Association's Project Relating to the Synthesis Office.]
"Have you already calculated the costing? Did you organize the venues and social events?" They've just started on the Cultural City project about a week ago. Anne and Josiah had been very busy since then. They should get some rest and not rush things, otherwise they might over- exhaust themselves.
I supported the kids for their determination, but there was no need for them to be so hardworking.
Anne smiled and said, "Mom, actually, before even starting on the Cultural City project, Mr. Clark and I had already made preparations beforehand. For example, scouring locations, sale prices of buildings, and even costs for the renovations required. All of those have been done. After we've processed the follow-up quotations and acquired approval from the company we'll finalize our budget and then we'll be all set to prepare for the ribbon-cutting ceremony."
My silently hard-working daughter, who had an admirable sense of entrepreneurship, had once again formulated a plan as she ventured into development. She had no intention of stopping. With everything I've seen her accomplish, I was clearly a mother who was much too narrowminded about her.
I smiled helplessly and was much too embarrassed to continue meddling in her work. I stood up and left them to their project. "Alright, you guys continue on with your calculations. I won't interfere. Get some rest after, don't stay up too late."
"Alright, mom. We'll go to sleep in a while," Anne replied obediently.
"Okay." I acknowledged softly, then turned around and took Daniel upstairs. "Let's go, Daniel, I'll take you to your room. Are you brave enough to sleep by yourself? If you're not, we can keep the lights on for you. What do you think?"'
"I'm brave enough." Daniel didn't say a lot, but he looked relieved.
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