I remember the day my father fell off the ladder in a fatal accident, hitting the pavement too hard. I remember the day my sister was mistakenly killed during surgery. I remember the day my brother drowned, sinking deep into the depths of the ocean.
So much red.
The ladder was red. My sister’s blood was red. My brother wore a red swimsuit.
Right now, I struggle to make money, working to death. I walk home, exhausted, grateful for the coins jingling in my pocket, trying to help support my mother and toddler sister.
But it’s okay.
They’re worth it.