It has been two years since I broke up with her. I've been working three part-time jobs a day without a single day of rest. Every day, my whole body aches as if it's breaking, but compared to the weight of the debt that man left behind, the physical pain is nothing.

There are days when a sense of injustice suddenly washes over me like a wave. Why do I have to carry that man's debt instead?

Even when he heartlessly abandoned me and my mother when I was very young, even when my mother passed away and I held her funeral alone in tears, even when he only showed his face at the funeral home to collect the life insurance money—I never once considered that person a father.

Walking while lost in thought, I soon arrived at the cafe where I work.

Pushing the cafe door open and entering I'm sorry, I'm a little lat—