Chapter 15: Hoping

You know, I always thought that someday, all of the things that I've seen will surely vanish. And that one thing scares me, every day I thought that I would get caught, lifeless on the side of the road, pretty weird isn't? When I was younger, I've struggled so hard just to have food on my plate and clean water for me to drink, my childhood days were one of the most devastating days in my life.

Living in a relatives house, for me, it wasn't easy, it's like offering yourself far more worst than Satan. When i live with my aunt and her children, damn. I was like a fucking Cinderella there, they would let me clean all of their bedroom, wash their own dishes and all the freaking chores are mine for me to do.

But being a Cinderella there, it's far more worse than the real Cinderella could have ever experienced. There was no 'ball' instead, they would go out clubbing, leaving me down at the basement, lying on a cardboard box that I cut to make it a mat for me to lay down, because the floor