If only I could somehow love numbers more than words ....
Seeing my mother asking me twice if I wanted anything to drink while I revise my work and seeing my younger brother coming back from his first day of job assessment and complaining how much he hates having to stand for 8 hours doing something boring, I realize that I can find reasons to keep on going.
It was funny though how he expressed his hatred for work and how he doesnt feel like working anymore. At least now he knows the true value of money.
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