He accidentally broke the glasses. Scared, sweating, breathless, he hid under a table. Suddenly, someone pulled him by his hair. A monstrous devilish face! A punch in the nose and he started bleeding. The hands carved soft enough to etch future for themselves had become rough and were getting wasted in washing dishes and doing labor. Eyes overflowing with dreams of a bright future, drenched in salty water. Hope was still alive in his heart. With his first salary, he bought himself a pen and a notebook.
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