My mother divorced my father three years ago. Instead of accepting alimony, I was taken in, and the life that my mother and I led was extremely impoverished. However, for my mother, this poor lifestyle seemed to be quite enjoyable, as she didn't seem to think it was a hardship at all. Every time the landlord came by, we would huddle together and hold our breath… It was an everyday occurrence, but somewhere inside, I was aware of my mom as a woman. And then, after some trouble with the landlord, a significant change occurred in the relationship between my mother and me…
