For Life.

In one cold morning, where everything didn't go the way she wants.
A short period of industrial training.
She was hoping for a job, instead of just sitting around and do nothing.
At all.
There's nothing to write in her report since there's nothing she can do.
No one ever gives her any job.
Any single job.
Any simple one.
The only one she relied on to get a job, was on leave.
She took a break.
For two days.
Hence, she did nothing for two days in a row.

Today, she went to work.
She saw a figure.
It was someone who gave her something to do, three days ago.
She quietly and patiently waiting for her to give something to do.
She needs to do something.
She needs any kind of work.
Just to fill in her daily report.

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That's all she wrote.

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