I am happy to go straight home. Somehow, our house saw the light I brought back, not just a bundle of frustrations and disappointments. I sniffed as I saw my sibling feeding Mama, struggling to open her mouth. Every time I see them like that, it’s as if my heart is a coconut, cracking. “Sis, it’s you. Are you hungry? I borrowed an egg from the store. I told them you were looking for a job,” Francis greeted me when he noticed me watching them. “I know you’ll find a job, Sis, and we’ll be able to pay off our debts,” he added determinedly. “Is that so? How much do we owe now? Last I checked, it was already long,” I replied. I continued feeding Mama porridge when Francis handed me the food. I thanked him and ate as well. I was very hungry, I haven’t eaten much since last night. Just small bites of rice. I have too many things on my mind, so even my food is affected. That’s just how I am, I lose my appetite when troubled. I also think that when I eat, it’s like running out of food.
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