I Miss You at the End of Time

In the third year of our marriage, my husband lost his job and I got pregnant. Our life gets even harder each day.

It was so hard, we finally understood what the saying: “When a couple is poor, everything becomes sad,” meant.

Every morning, we would argue over something as small as fifty cents for water bill.

After one argument, I cried and said I wanted to go back to my parents’ home. But when I pushed open the door, I suddenly found myself ten years in the future.

The familiar small town I lived in had turned into a huge modern city. Relatives and friends had all moved away.