I don't know who should i turn to each time i suffer from injustice. The other day, when i was diagnosed to have the anemia, actually you treated me much better than before and gave me the best care. While during the following days, the first misgiving of you is whether i can get enough money from my part-time job as a tutor. what i didn't tell you is that for several times, when i nearly fell down on the street in the scorching sun. i think if you treat me well, then, i think all the sufferings i have gone through are meaningful.
Untill now, i realize that i am just a machine, a machine of making money and a machine of studying. Today, when i went upstairs and knocked at the door, i nearly used up all my strength. i can't stand the severe syptom of the anemia so that i just walked home and informed my students of the cancelling of the class. however, when you opened the door and saw me, you said nothing but "why you come back so early? whether you are fined by the students' parents? Did they say when to give you the salary? ", ignoring my pale face. At that moment, all kinds of feeling welled up in my mind.
Am i a fucking machine of making money for you?!!!