Another push with a little bit kick on the bottom of the door finally makes the door give up, and let me go into the house. The door swung open inward to my small room, a very tight place where I can have a little peace of my own.
The coldness of life took turns to kick my body, forcing me to rush to go inside the room and encouraging me to get change immediately since the clothes that I had on my body were wet after a long walk under the heavy rain.
Life is always hard, and it has been part of most of my life, even from the very first time I could have my memory to record how struggling I was with my parents back when I was still in my childhood. I was growing from very poor parents, but they were always there to help me despite the hardship that they had. At least, there were people who loved me and wanted to listen to my struggle and comfort me, when I cried revealing my jealousy toward my friends who seemed to have a much better life.
But now I am on my own, both of you have gone away to a far away place, leaving me all alone. crying my self out alone most of the time in this tiny home that I could afford to rent.
