The Thought of Fighting with Life
Five paper money in his jacket handed one of his money to his wife. He said don't ask for more, and the man looked into his wife's eyes. The woman bowed her face with the affection he had placed in her face, putting the money in her pocket and putting it into the kitchen.
He looked at her long after his wife. The two kneeling shoulders seemed to be having trouble carrying the weight of their long arms. Her neck was bent downwards inwards because of the hump on her back. Her hair, gathered tightly, was released from left to right as he walked, his neck unrolling.
Stubbornness and hunchback were still very beautiful all these years. The money he had squeezed in his hand was soaked. Wet and wrinkled four wisdoms? How are you going to bring this to the end of this month? Irm he called out from the palm of his hand. Home rent, kitchen expenses, the child's pocket money, the needs of the small person before the end of the salary returned to the bird.
He fixed the crumpled coins, folded them and put them in his pocket. He hastened to the door as if something had come to mind. He turned to the door, threw his jacket on his back and left the house.