I go home from almost fourteen hour shift, I get to the bus stop, I sit down, throwing my head on my arms.

After a while, I hear a child’s voice near me.

Is this a homeless person?

The thought in my head is fucking, well we came. And to change clothes I really no longer had the strength, I went out of production as I was. I raise my eyes and say no, I just didn’t change clothes from work.

The girl speaks to her mother again.

Let’s sing a song?

“Don’t,” said my mother, “maybe my uncle has suffered so much.”