I would like to start a bright day, if we were not at the end of the month. Ezgi handed the bills to my hand and had already gone. I was about to have a mild heart attack when I glanced at the electricity bill, until I saw the gas bill. Now it was possible for me to fall into a coma. When I checked my accounts on my phone, we could have spent the end of this month eating dry bread.
Ezgi grew up comfortably because her family was in good condition and was not working now. He had been paying the bills out of his own pocket money since I quit, but it was too selfish to put the whole burden on him.
I urgently needed to find a job. Being depressed at home with my head in my hands would obviously not be enough for me to pay the bills.
