I am a village cadre who was admitted from other places.
Divorced, raising a baby, carrying debt, no backer, no way out.
At work, I have to deal with disputes among villagers, and working overtime is the norm.
I have to take care of my young daughter after get off work, and I don't dare to get sick or fall down.
The salary is fixed, the rent has to be paid, debts have to be repaid, and the elderly have to be taken care of.
Everyone advised me:
"It's too difficult for you as a man to take care of a child and be in debt."
"It's better to find another one instead of forcing yourself."
But I don't.
Don't complain, don't show off, don't violate rules, and don't bow your head.
Work hard, take care of your kids, live a good life, and pay off your debt slowly.
From a balance of less than three digits to paying off the debt one by one,
From being alone until collapse, to being healed bit by bit by life.
I have no golden fingers, no luck from heaven.
I only have a daughter, a job, and a heart that refuses to admit defeat.
This is an ordinary grassroots man,
The most ordinary, truest and most stubborn road to shore.
