a few years passed.
the man had spent the entire time begging for food and trying to find a new job but there was no luck, night was almost here. he did not want to spend the winter in such weather.
He made his way back home, it was more like at the back of someone's home, he had made a deal with the person who lived there to rent this place out for him and his daughter after the factory burnt to the ground.
his daughter was 6 at the time, and after a month it burned the girl had not known that her mother had died….she had just thought that she had run away, he didn't want her to remember her mother like that but he was also afraid to tell her they have nothing left.
He wanted to give his daughter hope for a future, over the past few years he had jobs off and on, and he hadn't made enough money to move out of that small place but there was still joy in living in such a place.
