Life was better. He was better.
He smiles a small smile to himself. He had actually finished his schooling with marks that were enough him to get into a not-so-reputed college. He was satisfied, for the first time in his long hard life. Things were looking up, weren't they?
He sits up in his bed and stared at the awful drawing of his mother and sighs softly.
"Mom... My life is finally getting better. Do you think this will last?"
He plops down in his bed again and let out another sigh.
As much as he loved his life at the moment, there was a feeling of unease at the back of his mind.
Would this really last?
A million apologies. My laptop stopped working. And I lost the already written data.