Chapter 141 Forever Home

• The noodles nearly choked me, bent over my tiny trash can, bowl of noodles in my hand while weeping out a storm. Noodles were the only thing I could keep down and could afford. One bowl per day to keep me alive.
• Fuck, I was such a mess, weeping even harder and I am sure the sound could be heard through the paper thin walls. At that point the noodles were being marinated by my tears. I finally finished the bowl, sniffling as I moved to the tiny sink which was barely holding it together. I washed and dried the bowl, stuffing it in the cardboard before wiping my face. I hoped that crying session was enough because I had tutoring sessions in a few minutes.
• I would not have survived without my English tutoring jobs. I had spent the last of my savings buying a good computer, microphone, and a desk so I could apply to teach English online. It was bringing in enough money to support myself and send to my brother for Blue. But I had to take in more students now, I had to prepare for August.