On the night of the second day of the Lunar New Year, thousands of homes were brightly lit and full of laughter. I was thousands of miles away, staring at the sky of my hometown, and the homesickness in my heart was indescribable. I also longed to be reunited with my family, to have my children in my arms, and to enjoy that family life. But the reality made it impossible for me to do it, because I was the breadwinner of the family and needed to fight for life.
For those of us who live at the bottom of society, festivals such as the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival are far less important than real money.
It's not that I'm ruthless, it's that reality forces me. Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, everything costs money. If you haven't experienced it yourself, you can't understand how I'm feeling right now.
As a father, I know that I have a responsibility to provide a healthy and safe environment for my child to grow up. This is not only what my burly body can give, but also needs money to shield him from the wind and rain in life.
In order for my children to have a carefree childhood, I have to work hard to earn money. Even though he may misunderstand me and think that I have not given him enough fatherly love and family warmth, as long as he can study without hunger and cold, I will be satisfied.
We live at the bottom and face tremendous pressure. Behind every light, there is an untold storyAnd I'm just one of the ordinary people trying to survive.