"A friend of mine wants to hire a gardener... The salary is high, so I want to have a try. Today is the third day. I feel that I can accept this job. I can earn $5000 a month."
"Your father is dead and he did not leave you anything precious. I need to make a living."
"Work for your friend as a gardener... You must feel terrible. Why do n't you choose other jobs?" Thinking of her misery at her friend's house, I can not stop crying.
"I can not do other jobs. I am incapable. Since I divorced your father, I have been serving your grandmother till she died. My friend just asked me to cut the grass and water the flowers. The work is easy."
I want to ask her why she did not learn any skills to make a living, but I shut my mouth. It is too late to talk about this now. I only want her to be happy now.
" Will you not feel sad when facing your friend as a servant?"