EVEN NOW that I’ve arrived home. I still couldn’t believe that I was carrying a luxury bag—something that cost more than anything I have ever laid my hands with in my entire life. I guess, my relatives would consider buying an expensive bag as part of self-care or a reward for their hard work because their business has succeeded. But for me? For our family? This is my father’s 5 months of income!
I almost beg Ceasar to return the bag at the store because there is no way I’d buy this for real. Given that it was his money that he used to pay for this to pay upfront, it still wouldn’t be possible to pay in installments.
While sitting in our living room, taking in the atmosphere of doom that is taking over my system, I couldn’t help but think of part-time jobs that I could get just so I co
