He Faked His Fall, We Left for Joy

To pay off my son's debts, I swept the streets at dawn, sold vegetables in the morning, washed dishes at a restaurant in the afternoon and sew insoles at night.

Even my granddaughter works part-time while studying, living so frugally that she splitted a single bread across two meals.

One morning, while sweeping the street, I saw a soda bottle thrown from a car and hurried over to pick it up.

The driver jumped out and kicked me to the ground.

"Get lost, you old hag! If you dirty Mr. Lockwood and the others' clothes, ten lives wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"