There is a saying that goes, "Life is full of difficulties, and changing your luck is even more difficult." At least, that's what I thought. My fortune has been deteriorating since I was a small child. Then there were questions about comprehension, such as "what is luck?" "Luck is a good luck charm, a symbol of your life, a symbol that has been able to rescue me from my misery since I was a small child." My mother never loved me; she despised the sight of me because I reminded her of my dreadful father, who abandoned us with nothing but a broken house and a broken heart. That's when everything began; I was only ten years old girl and knew nothing about life, but the way I was treated made me believe that only luck would change my life someday, and it did.



I changed my luck, fell in love, and lived happily ever after, or so I thought. Until one day, my mother unexpectedly reappeared in my life. The person who made me fearful of living in this world. The person who made me cry and feel helpless. The person who provided me with nothing, not even food. She'd arrive late at night, and I'd be waiting for her in the living room. She'd walk into the room, very drunk, and just stare at me "What are you doing there, sitting? Go to your room immediately!" I'd just sit there and cry. "So you're already disobeying me?" She'd enragedly inquired. "I'm hungry," I'd mutter as I...