ImTheRealV
Reading was the only comfort I had in this life. I wasn't born lucky, nor was I born into a wealthy family. It didn't really matter, though, as I was surrounded by people who cared for me-- such as my parents and older brother. My parents always tried their best to provide for us and our dad often worked overtime at his low-paying job to afford little luxuries here and there.
Of course, time isn't kind to anyone. As our parents grew older, my brother and I began working full-time to be able to provide for them as they had for us. Everything seemed to be going well, until my brother had to be hospitalized.
All I wanted was to work to pay my brother's medical fees and sustain our family as we waited for him to wake up, but life isn't that easy.
Somehow, I ended up in the novel I read during breaks at work or when I stayed by my brother's side as my parents slept. It was just supposed to be an escape from my shitty reality, so how the hell did I end up here?