One room in a family type apartment.
A room of size that was too big for two brothers and sisters to live in.
A bunch of paper stacked on the table, and the phone's email receiving BOX was also filled with emails associated with it.
"Milli, brother, I feel like a god."
When I saw the mail and e-mail I received today, I told Miri, my sister, who had just become a junior high.
Because I'm being prayed for by people all over Japan right now.
Because I have already been prayed too much and so much as I want to give you a benefit.
"Oh, I'm here today, prayer email"
Except for the inner one, she's so cute that she doesn't think she's my sister, Miri, said as she teased and messed with Twintail when she finished drinking milk.
Milli licks and rubs the milk around her mouth with her tongue, leaving the rest of the milk in the fridge. My daughter around the age didn't have the strength to tell me not to drink milk directly from the milk pack or anything, and I fell off the agenda.
Prayer emails are called,
"Unfortunately, this time it did not meet your expectations, but I wish you success in the future."
I'm talking about a job rejection notice. Always include "prayer" in the notice of non-adoption, so prayer email. What an understandable irony.
"Fine, even if you can't get a job. Come on, you got a lot of money."
"This isn't mine. It was my father's and my mother's estate and life insurance, and I'm sure it was mm who increased it."
Three years ago, my parents died in a car accident. The person who caused the accident was also dead, and it was not known until the end which was responsible, and no compensation or anything else was at hand. And by life insurance, we were left with only a small amount of money for the price of our lives, but only a large sum of money to spend normally.
I was just seventeen at the time, and I was in my third year of high school, and I dropped out of high school without getting lost.
I decided to work part-time to earn a living. Because my parents' leftover savings and life insurance payouts were meant to be used for Miri's future tuition, which was then an elementary school student. When I left high school on my own, I was pretty pissed off by Mimi.
So I managed to do my life...... Three years later, as I turned twenty, Miri started to get into stock investment. Besides, use my name on your own.
And I was building a fortune in just three months.
A middle school sister is moving billions of units of money.
What an incredible story. Well, a name loan is usually a crime.
Of course, even though it's in an account in my name, this is only the money my sister earned. It doesn't make sense for me to use it.
I don't have to worry about my sister's cost of living, so I tried my best to get a job until I quit part-time trying to get a job, but it's unlikely that I lost 100 in a row, and I'm still updating my records.
"Yes, how about a caregiver? Surprisingly, there's a demand for male caregivers."
Looking at the job offer, Miri has suggested a profession I hadn't really thought about before.
"Besides, take care of yourself. I think it's definitely for caregivers."
Imagine yourself as a caregiver. It's not perfect.
"That's a hassle to qualify for... is that Home Helper Level 2?
I feel like I used to watch a commercial for a communication course. Is it a qualified society after all?
Education is important, too.
"Caregiver training now, as of 2008. Initial investment, initial investment. You'll be able to hire me over quite a few years, and you'll be able to get a national qualification for a caregiver if you work and study for three years, and then you'll have a wider range of jobs."
"... I know you, sister"
"I've worked hard to find out for you."
Happy to have a sister, but don't feel sorry for yourself.
The money I saved on part-time is about to run out of bottom, and then I'm really going to have to borrow money from my sister.
"... whoa, it's time to go out, it's time for today's interview"
In front of the mirror, gently tone the natural perm hair and check the recruiting suit.
Retightly tighten the tie with a striped pattern based on brown and red.
"Oh, oh, yeah. Excuse me!
In the meantime, I practiced the interview aloud.
I can always manage to get to the interview, but for some reason, they drop me at the interview.
I really wonder why.
For once, I've read all the books about the interview, and I've been studying a lot.
At the front door, the earliest used leather shoes were worn, using a shoe bella and gripping the knob on the front door.
"Stay and get some Skiyaki ice cream on the way home"
Miri comes out of the living room door with only her face and demands shopping.
"I'm not selling that getty ice cream anywhere anymore."
'Cause I'm selling it to a family eleven in front of the station.
"I get it. If it wasn't for sale, it'd be kombucha stock, tofu pudding."
"That's right. I know about Milli."
Yeah, I know you're a real Getemonist.
Kombucha stock and tofu pudding are no longer steamed in a tea bowl with caramel sauce.
For once, I'd like to see a confrontation like Milli VS sur Stremming.
Sur Stremming is more damaging to watch the game. I have to be prepared, too.
Why are we talking about buying sur streaming on the assumption, me?
I won't buy it. If Miri asks, I'll buy it, but I can't afford it more financially than buying ingredients from a story. If I bought it from Mr. AO Zong, I would pay over 5,000 yen.
Take the train and travel on foot from the nearest station in the desired company building.
It's almost time for the interview. I heard it was best to get to the office 5 minutes before the interview time, so let's hurry.
Check the signal on the crosswalk. You can't let the examiner see you're a bad sociopath who's ignoring signals even if you're wrong. I don't know where the enemy is lurking.
The signal is blue, no problem!
When I thought, the sound of the cluction rocked my eardrum. When I thought something was up, a rampage truck ran right into me from the side.
I'm not gonna die like this!
When I looked at the driver, he looked very anxious to see if the brakes stopped working.
Absolutely!
I slam the runaway truck backwards. A truck passed right in front of me. It was helped by a difference of zero comma seconds. It was really dangerous.
Phew, I almost tripped over to another world in danger. Oh, my God.
If you get jumped on a runaway truck, you're going to another world because it's a recent online novel.
Though, well, that can't happen in real life.
The runaway truck hit a pole across the intersection, lifting a smoke and stopping.
Is the car poorly maintained?
And I really don't have time.
It's like a duty to testify when you come across the scene of an accident, but it's best about you. Fortunately, there are other people on the scene besides me, so that person will testify.
The signal for pedestrians flashes blue.
All right, we can still cross this, that's when I thought.
"Oh my god! A rampage horse escaped the truck. Ow!
Huh?
A horse with a rough nose escaped the truck in large numbers.
The horse hissed and turned to me... and I got caught up in the rampage horse - unconscious.
Soon as I felt the pain, I was dead.
No, it hurt so bad.