“It’s hard living in this world,” she said, her voice frail and barely a whisper.
“Why do you say that?” I replied.
She was silent for a while. Her face lifted and her eyes met mine.
“There’s so much controversy. People either work and hate working or they don’t and hate not working.” She paused, a frown knitting her brows together.
“No one ever seems satisfied.”
I scoffed at her.
“That’s because no one ever is,” I told her.