“Oh, this machine is seriously damaged,” the repair technician told me after inspecting the washing machine.
“But can you save it, though?” I asked, anxious but hopeful.
“Um, let me be honest with you. Fixing this old machine will really cost you. You’d have better luck just buying a secondhand one. That would be cheaper.”
I thanked the man, who was kind enough to give me details of a guy who would pay me to take the machine for scrap parts.
When I tried washing the twins’ clothes on the third day, my hands started cracking and bleeding from the raw cuts.
“Daddy, your hand is red with blood,” Bella observed. When her sister saw my injuries, she turned pale and vomited on her clothes. That was it for me.
