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It was a lovely evening.....
The sun set over the horizon, an orange glow spilled across the landscape, basking the surroundings in a warm, comfortable light. The air, cool and crisp, wafted with the scents of earth and foliage, a gentle breeze rustling the treetops and bringing a sense of calm and tranquility to the night. The moon, partially concealed by thin wisps of cloud, cast a soft glow upon the ground below, illuminating the shadows and adding to the serene atmosphere. The world was quiet, still, and for a brief moment in time, all was right.
Well not for one person....
Minho, having just exited the premises of the nth company, felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. Despite his best efforts, he hadn't been hired for the job. The realization that he was still without a job weighed heavily on his shoulders, a cloud of discouragement settling over him as he stood there, the sun slowly setting and casting long shadows over the sidewalk.
The thought of his ill mother, lying in the hospital, tugged at Minho's heart. He was desperate to find a job, not just for himself, but to help provide for her care. The weight of responsibility and worry pressed heavily on his mind as he stood there, feeling both the urgency of the situation and the helplessness of his current situation. The sun was nearly setting, casting a warm, yet somehow forlorn, light over everything.
Minho couldn't quite comprehend why he wasn't getting any job offers, despite having all the qualities and skills necessary for the positions he’d applied for. He went over the details in his head again and again, trying to figure out what he was doing wrong. Despite his qualifications, the job market seemed unforgiving, and the rejection was becoming harder to bear, especially with his mother's health on the line.
