Cícera arrived home, still wearing a sling and limping from the weight of the soil she had borne for five hours... Her life was far from what she had planned. She moved to a small apartment in a poor area of the city, and her finances were in a deplorable state. She couldn't even work anymore because the years had not been kind to her. The business world had advanced, and extreme technology was not something she had learned to use. She took on lower-paying jobs until she was fired from her last job because a fifteen-year-old could do, in ten minutes, what took her a whole day, due to her slowness on the computer.
Now she lived off an investment that yielded almost nothing; she could barely pay the rent. She had to rely on the food assistance offered by the government to be able to eat. Ea
