Before the outbreak, I was just a third-year high school student getting ready for the Gaokao.
My younger sister, my parents, and I were all living in a small apartment, just barely surviving paycheck to paycheck.
Every day, I was studying harder and harder for the test, hoping that I could change my family's life around by getting into a good university.
I even started reading the online Admission Brochure from last year, thinking of what kind of university I can get into.
The school I'm aiming for?
Anything good with Civil engineering, or just something that could pay well? But it doesn't hurt to be something related to construction.
I just wanted to fulfill my dad's dream job—the goal of designing a house for others, before he was hit with the reality of waking up to carry bricks across the field.
Soon, the date of the test came closer and closer as my family prepared everything to support me, until everything suddenly stopped.
