141 Work was Hard to Come By and Living was Tough (2/2)

She cowered in the corner and rubbed her hands constantly. She could feel her hunger for it has been a day since she last ate. Those who knew her avoided her like the plague. No one wanted to help her. Everyone thought she was cheap, and she deserved it.

She had no way out.

Not until she looked up and saw a child stared at her with curiosity. Such pure and naive eyes, it made one ached.

”Auntie, are you hungry?” The child looked at her innocently without bias. He produced a small bun from his back and put it in her hand.

”Auntie, this is for you.” He scratched his head after talking before he ran out to hug a woman's thigh.

The woman rubbed the boy's head gently, her face smiling. It was moving: a smile filled with goodwill and a kind nod. It was warmer than the sun in the spring.

A child. She rested her hand upon her stomach. She had a child, too, and he would grow up to call her mom in the future.

She held the bun and started eating, mouth by mouth. She would survive without care from others or being liked. She wanted to live, no matter how tough life is. For her child.

No one liked them; she would. No one loved them; she would.

After finishing the bun, she stood up again. Her condition might have been bad—her image worse, but her back was straightened. She wouldn't go down easily again. For her child, she must persevere.

If one employer rejected her, she would find a second one, a third, or a fourth.