As usual, she was sitting in the corner of her room, hugging her knees.

The room was quiet.

There was silence in the house. No one was home. It should not have been.

She had been alone for several months.

The family’s insistence on going to them was useless.

She knew all their goodness was ultimately for a few days.

In her solitude, at least, she did not stoop anyone’s favor.

Others were different from her.

Maybe she was different.

She had lost the spirit of her life.

Just work. Only work and only work.

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