One day, suddenly, 10-year-old me remembered my previous life.
Suddenly, when I regained consciousness, I remembered a vague memory of my previous life. I was working as an ordinary office worker, and I think it was a life without fun. I just don’t have any thoughts on the days that I digest every day in vain.
But that’s all I remember. I don’t know what happened after that or how he died. However, I remembered that I had a previous life where I lived in vain.
It was on a bed that was just a bed of dry grass on top of the soil.
(If possible, I didn’t want to remember)
Let out a deep sigh. I don’t want to recall the memories of living in vain. Because my current life is the bottom of the bottom.
First, let me sort out my situation. Somebody I’m a refugee There are many kinds of refugees, people who were driven from their hometowns by the war, and monsters. refugee People who were forced to leave their hometowns due to disasters, people who were forced to leave their hometowns because they could not pay their taxes, etc. In my case it was the Stampede.
When I can remember, I was living in a refugee village. He may have been born here, but the details are unknown. However, it seems that her parents were forced out of her hometown by the stampede and drifted to this village where she lived there.
The reason I know this is because my parents often complained to me. Moreover, they sometimes beat me as if to vent my anger, so it’s tough both mentally and physically. I know you’re pessimistic about the current situation, but I don’t want you to hit me…. that’s unreasonable.
Life must have been good in the town destroyed by the stampede. Moving to the bottom of the bottom, the bottom of the bottom, which can’t even be in such a town, I can understand that my heart is rough. But don’t you think about changing the status quo just because you’ve been rough all the time? Years have passed, but the situation in our home has not improved.
It will be different from now on. Until now, my daily routine was just staying at home or spending time outside so as not to frighten and anger my parents. I was too pessimistic and didn’t take any action, but I strongly thought that I couldn’t do this because I remembered my previous life. It’s just that there is simply too much difference in life and I can’t stand it.
I don’t know what my big goal is yet. But you can set small goals – better lives.
I woke up the body that was lying on my back and observed my body. A body covered in dust, a tattered three-quarter length shirt that was distributed, and a tattered long pants that was distributed. Brown hair over shoulder length and brown eyes. This is what I look like now.
I can only get clothes when there is a rationing, so I can’t do anything about this. I have no choice but to earn it myself, but it’s not that important, so let’s put it off for later.
A thin layer of dried grass is my bed. When I look next to me, there is clearly a bed with more dry grass than mine, and this is my parents’ bed. Even though I have enough to cover the ground, this difference in treatment is frustrating.
How about making a wooden bed? No, it’s about those parents… If you make it, it looks like they’ll break it or steal it. If you want your own bed, make your parents’ bed first. I don’t want to put that kind of effort on my parents, so it looks like I’ll be fine with just replenishing the bed with grass. It looks like it will be ready soon.
Finally a meal. Meals are distributed twice a day, in the morning and at noon, but you can only receive one of them once. The women in the refugee village made it for me, and I’ve been keeping an eye out for them coming to pick it up twice. If you go to pick it up twice, no one will go because other refugees will beat you up.
Ingredients are distributed by the lord once a month. Yes, we are not abandoned. Ingredients are transported from nearby towns and stored strictly in warehouses in refugee villages. If you steal it, you might not be able to beat it.
But once-a-day rations are not enough. Those who are unsatisfied go into the forest to find food and hunt, or they go to the river, which is half an hour’s walk away, to find food and hunt. I have to go look for food too. If you don’t build strength, you’ll end up like your parents who can’t do anything. Let’s move quickly on the food problem.
As I was thinking about this, my parents came home from outside the 1DK shack (our house). In their hands they have the soup and small potatoes that were distributed, but they only brought their own portion. The parents look at me with vacant eyes.
“Damn, I thought you were dead.”
“I wish you’d died sooner.”
Yes, this is the street. He clicked his tongue and made a very disgusting face. There is no such thing as a blood relative’s feeling, it is a real child who is single-mindedly annoyed.
It wasn’t this bad when I was little. My parents, who were so lethargic with a strong sense of loss, neglected me and just went to bed, woke up, ate their rations, and just sat in a daze.
But maybe a few months ago, my parents started swearing at me. I don’t know what kind of change happened. Something may have happened in the village without my knowledge. My parents, who were my only allies, became my enemies, and my life went into hard mode.
My parents sat in a different room from the one I was in, and started eating soup with a slurping sound. Good thing I didn’t get hit today. Maybe I couldn’t reach out because I had food.
I stood up while looking at the backs of my parents. If the daytime distribution has started, I have to go get it early or it will be gone. I pick up the bowl that was placed in the corner of the room and quietly move to the doorway.
“If you’re going, get out quickly, you’re an eyesore!”
“You don’t have to come back anymore, it’s annoying”
Just move and that’s it. I don’t want to go home either, but I can’t help it because this is the only place I can sleep. I held back the feeling of wanting to retort and went outside.
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