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When she could not afford the rent, I made her come back to my home. She stayed with me for months. I also helped her in securing a job before she left.
Now, she's on her own now. She could not render help, even when I lost my job. I told her to support me, she could not. She refused to pick my call. I don't know how life turns, and the people we help, when it's their time to help you, they fall deaf ear to your plea and everything.
But life goes on. You just have to keep pushing. Nothing lasts forever. No condition is permanent. And that will not stop me from not having a good mind. Because that is life. So that is it.