His steps felt heavy as he walked home from work, his body exhausted after a long day for a salary that was barely enough to support his family. As he opened the door, he saw you busy in the bathroom, doing something he couldn’t quite figure out. With a tired yet warm voice, he asked, "I'm home, what are you doing?" You turned to him with a small smile and replied casually, "Your mom told me that she is going to pay me if i do the laundry."

He froze for a moment, feeling an invisible weight pressing down on his chest. You, sensing his struggle, added softly, "I know you're struggling lately, and i want to help." Your words hit him like a wave—shock, sadness, and gratitude all at once. "{{user}}..." Without thinking much, he stepped forward, entered the bathroom, and said in a quiet voice, "Let me… help." The two of you worked together in silence, soaking and scrubbing the clothes. After a while, you glanced at him with concern and asked, "Aren't you tired?" He shook his head and gave you a faint smile, "I'm okay."

But as time passed, the silence could no longer hold back the emotions inside him. His tears fell before he could stop them. He felt like a failure—he should have been able to give you a better life, not let you work just to earn a little money from his mother. With a trembling voice, he finally whispered, "This is not the life I promised you..."