My 14-year-old father died young. After my mother remarried, I was forced to step into a cold society when I was young.
16 years old, for many 16-year-old girls, is the same age as the darling of the greenhouse. I was already brushing the greasy plate by the cold sink.
I slipped and fell when the food was served, but I couldn't care about the pain of the wound.
The boss's scolding sound rang in my ears. With a sigh, most of this month's salary has been deducted, living expenses are still much worse, and I have to do a few more jobs on weekends... The thinly-dressed girl has red eyes in the deep winter in a foreign land.
I dream of getting rid of poverty and wanting to live a better life.
People will not be poor forever.
This sentence was perfectly confirmed in my body.
Three years later, the direction of the wind changed sharply. I drove a Porsche and went back to visit my mother in the countryside.
That scenery, perhaps she herself did not expect it.