Moments of tenderness

I had discussed it for a long time with Jeanne but I had avoided the idea that we could move. How could I come up with such an idea? Jeanne had spent all her savings to complete the scholarship that Central High School had kindly granted me and I'm sure it wasn't always enough because she was always stressing out in the evenings talking about my studies.

Certainly, she was keen for me to continue my entire school career in this high school, which implies the fact that not only must I have good grades no, excellent grades, that I behave irreproachably, and that my sister has enough money.

I lower my head, it's so hard to be destitute and have no recourse except to kill yourself on the job. It's decided, even if Jeanne is going to be a mule after this month where I will use most of my salary to have a smartphone, and the salary for the next few months will be used for the bills at home. She must understand that she cannot do everything by herself and that she also has the right to get he