What Remains of Us
Persimmoni gave him ten years, he gave my place to his first lovethere he is again my ex-husbandif only he had been with me summarymy aloof hidden marriage ex-husband begs for remarriage
The landlord found me in time, rushed me to the hospital—and then refused to renew my lease.
I had nowhere to go. That's when an old lady who collected scraps took me in.
She'd always comfort me: "Sweetheart, life is nine parts hardship and one part joy. Nothing lasts forever—not even the bad times."
Later I learned her story: lost her parents as a child, lost her husband in the second year of marriage, raised her son alone, watched him die in a construction accident right after her grandson was born. Now she was old, raising that grandson with no income.