Ten years ago...
"How come, there is not a single food prepared when I returned here?!"
A young seven-year-old Julia was facing the wrath again of her aunt. It was not like she was lazy to prepare food, it was that there was nothing to prepare at all. There was not a single grain of rice in their coffers. She haven't even eaten since the morning, aside from that one bread, her petty begging brought her to the streets.
However, in her aunt's drunk state, she would not listen for any reason. If she did reason with her, she might even receive much harsher beatings. But even without her speaking, her aunt was even more violent today.
To her horror, her aunt picked up a huge wood, and without any warning, she was hit hard. To the point, she flew to the other side of their crappy house. Her head hit the post.
