I have always believed that if I have enough money, I could've pay all of my problems to deal with itself. I was naive but it was all right, given the circumstances that I have little money. All I had was my pay from my part time job and my little sister—with her mountains of medical bills. I have always believe that.
I dreamed every night to find a bag of millions money under my bed. "Steven…" And the very next day, treat myself a warm food. "Steven…" and then I don't have to work in my part time job again.
"Steven!"
I snapped off from my thought. "Oh."
In front me, fuming, is my part time boss. He stares at me with a red face. "Your shift is over. I will not be paying for overtime."
I look around the convenience store for a while and landed my feet onto the reality once again. "I'm sorry."
My boss exhale a long sigh and then hand me an envelope, "Your pay for this month."
