Every time I heard this, I felt a sense of shared struggle.
As a girl with a younger brother, I understood the feeling of being powerless.
I did as many part-time jobs as I could during my free time.
After saving enough for my monthly expenses, I'd scrape a few thousand to send him.
Back then, I just felt sorry for him and his helpless life.
I did my best to support him, absorbing all his negative emotions.
I believed that one day, through our combined efforts, we’d have our own home and wouldn’t have to keep moving around.
After graduation, I gave up a chance to study abroad offered by my mentor, so that Shawn could focus on his creative work.
Desperate to earn money to support our family, I maintained my work and took on extra writing gigs at night to make ends meet.
All for the illusion of a “home” that never even existed.
Looking back now, I realize I spoiled Shawn to the point of indulgence. He only cared about his happiness and disregarded everything else.
I've ended up like this. I guess it's karma for not seeing through him.
Seeing how little money I had left, I knew I had to get my life back together.