Two years have passed 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 me, the physical pain was nothing.

There are days when a sense of injustice washes over me like a wave. Why do I have to shoulder 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, and even when he showed his face at the funeral home only to collect the life insurance money—I never once considered that human being my father.

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

Pushing the cafe door open and stepping inside I'm sorry, I'm a bit lat—