The Fine Art of Misunderstanding
The banks stepped in to handle the liquidation.
At that time, I was traveling abroad with Mom.
We didn't know the language of that country, so we learned it slowly—starting with single words, then gradually becoming fluent enough to chat with ease.
A few years later, we returned home and leisurely opened a small studio together.
It was a handicraft workshop—work that didn't require much brainpower. The two of us could take our time, doing crafts, chatting, and enjoying life.
There weren't many orders. We worked occasionally, whenever we felt like it.
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