"Mom, I'm home," I shouted as soon as my feet touched the floor of our house. Mom immediately came out of the room and greeted me. The tiredness and weakness on her face is obvious, I think it's because she has done a lot of laundry today. "How's work?" She asked me worriedly. "I'm sure you're very tired." "I can do it, mom. Just a little push, we can pay our bills and debt again," I said, referring to my salary that was about to be given. Mom solemnly looked at me. Worry and pity was evident in her eyes and it was painful to look at that so I just looked away. "Have you eaten, mom? Where are my siblings?" I asked, changing the subject. I can't bear to see my mother in pain. I don't want to cry in front of her. "T-they just finished, dear. There's still a dish left over there for you." Mom assisted me in the kitchen and served me food. A bowl of rice and sardines. "How about you, mom? Have you eaten yet?" She just smiled, a sad smile. "Don't worry about me, sweetie
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