As usual, Chris had woken up bright and early in the morning to the sound of shouting. He was in nothing but his underwear, as his pillow, as well as his back, were covered in sweat due to the heat, leaving wet marks on his thin mattress on the floor.
Since he lived in a small room, it would often get hot quickly and the village seemed to get more sunlight compared to the city. and his one and only small fan had broken. He wanted to ask for money to get a new fan but….
"You need to get rid of those people!" A female voice could be heard, which was definitely from his auntie. Chris was able to recognise that high pitch screech from a mile away.
"You know why they are here everyday, what are we meant to do, huh?" His uncle shouted back at her. "They want what we can't give them! Why don't you start selling some of that jewelery of yours?!"
