Rebelled.. ran away, and was determined to leave.
...with no place to go.
Holding a bag of clothes and a picture on the other hand. "I wish you were here" staring at the only picture that was left.
Curled myself up with only a cardboard as my blanket. I dreamt of my mother and I living peacefully, satisfied with only having each other's comfort.
Looking for a way to survive, going out each day, hopelessly looking for a job.
"You're fired!"
"You're fired!"
"You may not work here anymore."
"Sadly, we are not satisfied with your work done."
"We may have to think about hiring you."
Losing the confidence to live, I met the man whom suddenly just erased everything, and as if the world just focused on him.
