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Chapter 8

작가: Perfect Timing
I had spent five years working in hotel administration.

Since I was a little girl, I had yearned for the world beyond the horizon, and education was my only escape. Back when I was preparing for grad school the first time, my parents’ constant cry about money had withered my ambition. Although that dream had not blossomed then, the seed had remained. I kept thinking about how wonderful it would be to see the other side of the world.

I realized that if I saved my own money, no one could stop
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  • I Became The Pariah Of The Family   Chapter 8

    I had spent five years working in hotel administration. Since I was a little girl, I had yearned for the world beyond the horizon, and education was my only escape. Back when I was preparing for grad school the first time, my parents’ constant cry about money had withered my ambition. Although that dream had not blossomed then, the seed had remained. I kept thinking about how wonderful it would be to see the other side of the world. I realized that if I saved my own money, no one could stop me.Visas, language proficiency tests, tuition fees, referral letters…I handled it all.The waiting was the hardest part, but the weight of the world lifted when the offer letter finally hit my inbox.It felt like a dream.During the final push, I had been so obsessed with my applications that I had practically evolved past the need for sleep, fueling myself entirely on caffeine. I worked harder than I ever had. Had I worked this hard for my college, applying for top-tier grad school w

  • I Became The Pariah Of The Family   Chapter 7

    “I quit my job. I’ll get my final paycheck next month. After that, nothing.”Mom was the first to explode. “Are you serious?! Who told you to quit? I’ve already paid the deposit on the apartment! You’re lying to us. You just love joking around with these serious matters.”I remained calm. “I put in my notice last month. The notice period is ending. I’m officially unemployed. I was hoping you and Dad could take me in for a while. Since you’re buying me that apartment in the town, I can just find a local job and live there.”Dad dropped his fork helplessly.He searched my face for any sign of a lie, but he found nothing.“How could you make such an important decision without discussing it with your family? Jobs are hard to find. What are you going to do? You can’t just live off us! Why did you quit? Go back to your boss and see if you can get your position back.”I really had quit, but for a different reason.“I’m too tired. I need a break.”“Matilda, you can’t be this selfish!

  • I Became The Pariah Of The Family   Chapter 6

    October used to be the busiest month on the farm. In the past, I would save my annual leaves just to go back and help. I would end up sun-scorched and exhausted. I did not go back this year, nor did I send any money.Instead, I went on a trip.It was a local getaway just outside the city. I avoided the peak crowds. It was an affordable and relaxing trip.The hotel where I worked hit its peak season as soon as my holiday ended. I was working until midnight every day, crashing into bed the second I got home.Still, life would not give me a break. Right in the middle of a frantic lunch rush, I got a text from Dad.“Mom fainted from exhaustion. She’s at the clinic on an IV drip every day. She can’t do anything around the house anymore. I come home every day, and there isn’t even tea for me. Is work more important than your parents? You’re so busy you’ve forgotten the people who raised you.”He attached a photo of Mom hooked up to an IV. I suddenly remembered how she used to tak

  • I Became The Pariah Of The Family   Chapter 5

    She was sobbing as if someone held a knife to her throat.“You’re crying again? What does crying solve? Just learn how to use the app from the kids so it doesn’t happen next time.”Dad chimed in and played his usual role in their “Good Cop, Bad Cop” routine.First, he apologized on Mom’s behalf. He made excuses about her being menopausal and irritable, saying that I should not take it personally. Then came the hook, “Come home. It’s a holiday, and Kevin is having a party to celebrate getting into college.”My job did not allow weekends off, but I managed to take Friday. My cousin, Kevin, was the star of our family. He had gotten accepted into a top-tier college and had a bright future ahead.I brought him a gift. A high-quality suitcase. I thought he would like it and definitely use it.“What kind of cheap trash is this to give as a gift? Don’t embarrass us.” Mom’s cold hiss cut right through the celebratory atmosphere. In her eyes, everything I bought was subpar, but I was

  • I Became The Pariah Of The Family   Chapter 4

    I would sometimes snap back using my parents’ sarcastic tone, and the conversation would end with a floor covered in shattered dishes.“How much money did we waste on your education all these years? Do you want to see the itemized bill? Other people your age are already bringing home big money for their families. Have you calculated the net loss you’ve cost us? How can you even compare yourself to Patrick? Don’t you have any self-awareness about where you stand?”Whom should I compare myself to then? I was expected to compare my grades to the top of the class, but my spending to the bottom. Ideally, I should have been a full-time student earning six figures on the side while remaining a submissive and obedient shadow. Back then, I was trapped in the cage of poverty and gasping like a fish in a drying puddle. I was held captive by the very things I needed to survive.Her leverage was always that she “did not make me drop out.” Indeed, she did not. But providing an education was a

  • I Became The Pariah Of The Family   Chapter 3

    “I’m telling you. Instead of buying a bunch of junk, you should just buy the best once. Isn’t ‘longtermism’ the trend in the city? Doing it right the first time is better than constantly patching things up.”Her tone was heavy with the weary air of a martyr and so full of unearned wisdom. “Patrick doesn’t make much; he can’t help us. And you live so far away; your help is always barely enough. If we had a pension, we could spend our own money. If there were extras, we could even help you and Patrick. Wouldn’t that be nice?”I took a long, steady breath and made a decision.“Are you absolutely sure you don’t want this phone?”Sensing she had me leaning her way, she snapped, “Yes. Take this piece of junk away.”“Fine. I’ll sell it second-hand.”I picked up a needle from the sewing machine and popped the SIM card out.“Oh, I forgot to tell you I bought screen insurance. I can get it fixed for free, which means I can still get a high price for selling it.”“Even fixed, it’s still

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