Strolling down the dark alley, she took out a lighter to light the cigar trapped between her sugary lips.

It was her 18th birthday and she was supposed to move out of the orphanage which had
been her habitat since she was five. She could never understand why was she left behind
when all her mates managed to have foster families. Pumping out a sigh, she drew circles of fume. All she needed was to find a job and a place to live.



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The old lady sat on the stale table with a man opposing her. There was disagreement over their faces.

"I will pay you the rent soon. You should know that people these days don't like eating rice cakes.", she sighed.

"You are already so old Ajhumma, Why don't you tell your Grandson to have one more part-time job?".

"Don't bring him in between! I want him to follow his passion", She roared making the man sigh in defeat.


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Long hours invested in searching for a job bore no fruit. Frustration engulfed your being. You silently trudged into a small sweet shop to have some refreshment.

"Oh, Young girl! You look so tired. Have a seat, I will bring you...