Underneath Her Peculiar Eyes

begging in the streets to at least have some food to eat? Why do people who has actually eve

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you choose to work hard and just focus on your goal, notwithstanding how hard it is you'll get it. But still life is very austere. There are hard workers who

d district were clogged with merchants and traders from the moment the sun sets. They're going back to their districts, their home. They brought with them valuable things they had bartered, sold and bought all day from the other towns. Mos

s. Handcrafted jewelry sits gloriously on small table mats below the small stalls. It's all cheap from the deep-pocketed but these small handicrafts are our life. The District 2 and other towns nex

to see our situation. They just use our district as concourse, they don't really care about the penniless as long as they bater. There are so many children and adults

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to streets because according to the rich passers-by, we are a big inconvenience to them which I want to prove them wrong. Hence, I cannot do anything but to keep myself shut and look for a job to li

a liar, and a swindler, but it is all for our survival. I admit I've messed up, but what can I do? It's our nature; I don't want to live this way, bu

center of Eufrata, but we're only being used as passageway that concatenates towns. The people living in there are not fine at all; we're not living well at all. Henc

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If the moon is not present, then we suffer in the dark. We have never been safe at all, I've never felt safe in

diately diverted my attention to my barely breathing grandmother. I cannot just give her up, she's all I got. "Veluriya..." She called again. Th

understand' but I just can't. I don't get what she says unless she explains it to me. B

." She ca

r and quietly smiled,

e of my late mom? Or maybe not. I don't get anything at all. And I'm also fascinated by the fact that I know nothing a

is my gran

ople in our district calls me Velu

she always does, she makes sure I am the one in front of her by stroking my round face as well as my long and wavy hair. She identifies me by my features. I don't know what I look like, I

smile causing her wrinkles to form even more. Tears slowly forming form her eyes as she slowly caresses my face. She is legally blind. My grandmother has been discouraged to l

in my grandma's eyes. It watered her lashes as it dripped down her cheeks until it completely fell off.

My cloth wrapped around her is not enough to ease the whistling cold air, and I'm saddened with the fact that I could not do anything aside from give he

, my gran

clenches as I stare into my grandma's face. The tears from her eyes remains still, as if it's been there since the other day and will retain until the next days. I cannot describe how I cherish my grandmother. A

k. I was stunned by what she said. She's starting to say something again tha

without even gett

der from the palace, someone mighty would appear in front of us and explain to us why we have been thrown away from the streets near to the Palace. We used to serve in the Palace s

ything I can.

know if she's reminiscing something in the past as she hardly mention my r

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