Breadwinner Novels & Stories

) She actually ate three square meals. Grandma Lucy felt grateful to Jane and in her heart wished she won't have to go back any more. Jane could be their gate way out of hunger while Jaden thrives to survive and at least save a little. After all, she was the daughter of the almighty Jack hollow. She should have some few dollars in her account.

At the time Fanny Luis was still the richest man in Rio Hondo. His father, James Benson was a clerk with a motor plant company. Life was on the low tide for Rod and his family. James Benson was still a struggling father whose salary couldn’t hold down his family, let alone enough to save. But at least the Bensons weren’t begging on the streets of New York. James salary could keep their heads up. James never understood the word, abject poverty until the motor plant company shut down and industrious James Benson was out of job.

but not astute enough. I saw Jemma's walls come down one by one as her serenity gave way. She started to argue, but nothing came out of her mouth. "Why?" Before I could stop myself, the question started to fall out of my mouth. "Jemma, why would you do this?" Her eyes, a mixture of desperation and rage, darted to mine. Her voice was hardly audible above a whisper when she replied, "You don't understand what it's like." to be disregarded and underappreciated. What have I received in return for giving this family everything? Nothing.

A government initiative to reduce poverty and Amelia Choley was the bread winner of the family had earlier lost her job as a sales representative and had moved in with her husband but soon got very popular in the neighborhood as her husband all of a sudden began to develop interest for men and love to be penetrated. Although he works as a cleaner, he only gets a very little pay compared to his wife who does the same cleaning job but received a robust salary package which made her the breadwinner of the family. “The gay husband." as he was popularly called in the neighborhood. On several occasions he has brought his gay lover's home and had an affair while his

It felt like I was trying to convince my own body that I was still alive after being verbally hit by a truck. I sat down on the edge of the bed and let my head fall into my hands. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Apparently, my new “position” in life didn’t require a résumé, just a womb and the ability to smile through humiliation. Wife. Mother of his heir. That’s it. That was supposed to be my grand future. A bitter laugh escaped me. “Great. Maybe I should print a business card,” I muttered to no one. Camilla Whitlock, Professional Baby Carrier and Bed Warmer. Catchy.

The new world had not let them down; it had been specifically omitted. They fell into the same rhythm as before. Brian was another fellow here—gentler, quieter, the constant motor of his ambition sputtering for the first time. He cooked up a simple meal on the wood stove, his movements stripped and refined. They had whiskey, not the expensive, handcrafted kind from the penthouse, but something coarser, older, that tasted of peat and smoke and burned down to the gut.

I worked in a daze, stocking the shelves with Spanish bread and ensaymada. ​"You're quiet tonight, Mr. Apprentice," Mr. Baker remarked, leaning his elbows on the glass counter. ​"Just thinking, sir," I replied. "About the school. About how different the people are there. They spend more on a cup of coffee than most people earn in a day. It feels like we're living in two different countries." ​Mr. Baker nodded slowly. "They pay for the feeling of being special, kid. They want the fancy lights and the brand name. But bread is bread. It all fills the stomach the same way."

He takes out a 1000 dollars and puts it on the table . " I'm sure you won't lose your job if you apologise profusely . Is this fine ? " Jace looks bored . The worker gulps , looking at the woman and then at the money . He sighs a small sigh and grabs the money , putting it into his pocket . How rich is Jace exactly ? I am sure if he gave only a hundred dollars to him , he would have done it too . A thousand wasn't necessary but something tells me it isn't his first time throwing money around to get things done more quickly than normally possible , or to make some mess like he's doing right now .

He asked in a menacing tone as if trying to show her that she is really helpless without her father's money. "I will look for another job as a secretary as I will have the experience of being personal secretary of the great Sebastian Domanco. So, anyone will hire me easily. Also, I am a business student. I have tons of ideas for entrepreneurship. You don't have to worry about me." She snapped at him. He raised his eyebrows at her.

We sat down together, a trio bound by our shared struggles, and began to devour the remnants of my meager income. The taste of the cold, congealed cheese and stale bread was far from satisfying, but we ate with a hunger that transcended the mere physical need for sustenance. Each bite was a reminder of our resilience, a testament to the lengths we were willing to go to ensure our survival. I watched as my siblings devoured the meager meal, their youthful innocence momentarily eclipsing the harsh realities of our existence.