Hours had turned into days, and I was now gradually recovering mentally and physically. The scars left by the bullet wound, which had once been a stinging reminder, were starting to fade over time and beginning to blur and blend into the backdrop of my existence. However, with each passing day, the reality of my dwindling savings loomed larger.
The little cash left by Mrs. Cha had been depleted by the necessities of life and miscellaneous expenses, leaving me with the stark truth that I needed to find work. My mind drifted to my grandmother, who lived in the seclusion and peace of an old-age home. I felt deeply responsible for her well-being and knew I needed to find work to provide for both of us.
