A Vehicle of Hope: How Co-operative Bank Made My Mother’s Dream a Reality
The spacious room, with its wooden walls, shelves lined with books, and a thick red carpet, contrasted sharply with my presence - a skinny, loose-tie-wearing, shaggy-haired 20-year-old, somebody. I stood out like a sunflower in the desert.
Across from me sat the manager, sporting thin-lensed glasses, who had briefly interrupted our interview to take a five-minute phone call.