Breadwinner
By: RDV
It wasn’t easy to go back home when your name was hers. All throughout her stay abroad she’d been wondering why her checks bounced on her. She had entrusted the bulk of her toil to her sister, incidentally a teller. She couldn’t quite believe her surprise when the millions she thought she’d safely hoarded in the bank were lost.
God all of it was lost.
Her surprise was furthered upon learning that her sister was then facing a suit, of a similar case. Word on the street was, a friend had also entrusted his money in the sister’s care only to find it siphoned. Nothing. Which is why she was now on house arrest.
To add to that, it seemed pretty natural that she’d support the sister. Yeah, the felon. And her family. Where she placed all the money remained a mystery. Or maybe half of it was. The thing is, everyone was pretty sure the sister had done nothing but to shop for signature clothes, almost on a daily basis. Funny, how spending took its toll on her like this.
To add insult to injury, her father was also someone to look out for. Hell, he demanded money from her like she was an ATM machine or something. He was a bum, naturally. Life didn’t provide him with enough humiliation to care for his ailing wife. Instead, he went around gallivanting, flirting with underage girls and impregnating the whole neighborhood. Even his bastard he couldn’t support, and hence had to rely on her second child.
Second child. Fountain of life. Breadwinner. Connect the dots.
The house she’d been causing to build all these years threatened to see no finality. There was just not enough money to get it done. And the finishing touches proved to be that pricey. It seemed like there was no work to see the end of.
Underway is her youngest sibling’s child. She’d have to support that one too. And the whole family.
It wasn’t enough that at seven she was the one to take care of everything in the house, including looking after the young ones. It wasn’t enough that abroad she pulled her tails off only to provide them the luxury they so craved for. She bought them cars, yours truly. She bought them food to eat while the father did nothing but to nurse his dick while his legal wife salivated, untended. While she worked there night and day, with no sense of respite, only the sweet dream of homecoming. Which turned out to be a complete nightmare.
And this is the thanks she gets. Headache. Her pimples causing a major concern. Stress.
When is this all going to end? When is life going to pay the unpayable debts it has incurred on her? When?
It wasn’t easy to go back home when your name was hers. All throughout her stay abroad she’d been wondering why her checks bounced on her. She had entrusted the bulk of her toil to her sister, incidentally a teller. She couldn’t quite believe her surprise when the millions she thought she’d safely hoarded in the bank were lost.
God all of it was lost.
Her surprise was furthered upon learning that her sister was then facing a suit, of a similar case. Word on the street was, a friend had also entrusted his money in the sister’s care only to find it siphoned. Nothing. Which is why she was now on house arrest.
To add to that, it seemed pretty natural that she’d support the sister. Yeah, the felon. And her family. Where she placed all the money remained a mystery. Or maybe half of it was. The thing is, everyone was pretty sure the sister had done nothing but to shop for signature clothes, almost on a daily basis. Funny, how spending took its toll on her like this.
To add insult to injury, her father was also someone to look out for. Hell, he demanded money from her like she was an ATM machine or something. He was a bum, naturally. Life didn’t provide him with enough humiliation to care for his ailing wife. Instead, he went around gallivanting, flirting with underage girls and impregnating the whole neighborhood. Even his bastard he couldn’t support, and hence had to rely on her second child.
Second child. Fountain of life. Breadwinner. Connect the dots.
The house she’d been causing to build all these years threatened to see no finality. There was just not enough money to get it done. And the finishing touches proved to be that pricey. It seemed like there was no work to see the end of.
Underway is her youngest sibling’s child. She’d have to support that one too. And the whole family.
It wasn’t enough that at seven she was the one to take care of everything in the house, including looking after the young ones. It wasn’t enough that abroad she pulled her tails off only to provide them the luxury they so craved for. She bought them cars, yours truly. She bought them food to eat while the father did nothing but to nurse his dick while his legal wife salivated, untended. While she worked there night and day, with no sense of respite, only the sweet dream of homecoming. Which turned out to be a complete nightmare.
And this is the thanks she gets. Headache. Her pimples causing a major concern. Stress.
When is this all going to end? When is life going to pay the unpayable debts it has incurred on her? When?
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