Chances to Another Life

75. My Daily Life

All night I couldn't sleep well even though my body was very tired. Since my hut was only made of plywood and bricks, all the noises from the neighboring houses could be heard.

I'm sure Celine's mother was drunk because she was babbling incoherently, accompanied by Celine trying to persuade her mother to calm down. This also seemed to be a common occurrence, as none of the neighbors protested or intervened.

I was really close to going to their house and stopping the mother's treatment of Celine, but I had to know the situation first. To be honest, I was still hesitant about my current mission. I didn't have the trauma of an abusive mother, but I knew what it was like to live in poverty and have to raise a child alone. I was lucky that my mother didn't turn out to be temperamental, but I realized that my mother's life was also very, very hard, and I sometimes felt that I was the source of all the problems in her life.

Therefore, I covered my ears tightly so that the voices wouldn't