It was still very early in the morning when I woke up, usually this house is not this loud as if something special had happened today.
I looked at the wall of my room, remembering this strange dream again. A dream in which I met a man who claimed to be a werewolf.
I didn't care if he was a werewolf or not, but I felt something different about him.
"Luna, darling, are you awake?"
I remembered that voice, my mother's voice, the voice I rarely heard when she called me in the morning like that.
"Yes, Mom. Is everything okay?" I tried to rise from the bed, opening the door and the woman who was my mother was already standing in front of me.
Her face wasn't what it used to be, now it was full of smiles, as if something good had happened today.
"Oh, Luna, I've got some wonderfully happy news to share!"
"Really? What's the news, Mom?" I asked. Obviously, I couldn't guess what the news was.
The only thing I know when I see my mom smiling is that my dad is winning at gambling and making quite a lot of money.
"Come with me, dear. Mom has something quite special to show you."
I nodded and followed her and saw that several people had already gathered in the living room, including my father, who had never woken up this morning in his life.
What's going on? What was really going on?
I had a bad feeling. The pleasant dream from last night should have continued, but now my heart was actually pounding with fear at the news they were about to tell me.
"Luna, you're still unemployed, right?" my mom said suddenly and made me sit up.
I know, I tried to find a job, but to no avail. It's been many years since I graduated from high school, and who would want to hire a high school graduate now?
"So?" I asked quietly, afraid that my mother would become angry again like usual.
"I’ve found something suitable for you."
My eyes opened wide, unable to hide my surprise. My grumpy mom suddenly got me a job? It was a strange thing that my survival instincts agreed with.
"There's a man interested in marrying you."
"What?" I chuckled.
Mom said she found a job for me and it's a job as someone's wife? What kind of madness is this?
"You're not serious, are you, Mom?"
My mom shook her head, my dad too, and smiled, showing me a bottle of beer that I think cost about $200.
Then my instinct told me that something dangerous was happening.
"Mom, you haven’t... sold me, have you?" I asked half-jokingly, wondering if this was the middle ages where women were still being sold.
But it looks like my guess was wrong. I shouldn't have asked that question because when I saw my mom nod, I almost threw up.
"Yes, Luna, imagine if mom did sell you. How many rich folks do you think would jump at the chance?"
"And how much would you ask for?"
It was a strange question, but at least I still had my pride. Who would want to be sold for a few hundred dollars.
"Let’s say... one million dollars?" my mom said, which made my mouth gape.
So I still have a lot of pride. Wait! This is not the time to be happy, Luna! Luna, you were sold by your mother!
"Mom, you must be joking, right? It’s just an April Fool’s joke, isn’t it?" I asked even though I knew it was only February.
"No, Luna. I'm not joking. I've sold you. You need to start contributing to this family, don’t you think?"
"But why would you do that?"
"Firstly, you're of no use to us. Secondly, you're jobless. And thirdly, I never even wanted you, Luna."
That was the sentence that made my tears fall. My stomach was queasy and I felt like throwing up right now.
I hate these two people. I hated them so much, but I realized that without them I wouldn't have been born into this world.
But now I was faced with something terrifying.
"You... you really sold me?"
"Yes, it's done. Now, it's time for you to leave. These men here will take you to your new place." my mom said as she pointed out the two men wearing suits and sunglasses.
My name is Luna and I don't know what will happen next.
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