It's almost five in the morning when I finish everything, her room, and even the kitchen. I ask her about their bags she said it's still in the airport and someone will send it home. They're so busy going somewhere so instead of tidying their things she told me to leave it for a while because there's another party again, I can't say no I won't come with you but I can't since they just arrived.
After the party, there's another one again like really? I feel that they didn't feel tired at all, they always go outside and I can't help but follow them all the time. How lucky they are to not think a lot of things unlike other people who are struggling for their lives, ordinary people like us have no time to relax, we can only relax if we're sleeping. Every day is a battle for us we don't waste our time on a trivia matter, day-off is our only time to relax not at all.
During our day-off, I went home and help my parents but here we don't have a day-off, we can only relax during our break-time and our sleep. We tried so hard to protect ourselves and protect ourselves from getting hurt or sick, but we kill our time to work because we came here for work, not for anything else. A workaholic like me doesn't need to pretend anymore, and I need to work hard for my children's future and my family's happiness.