A few months after the accident:
Time passes, and the job hunt continues. There were only a few replies to my ad about babysitting, gardening, cleaning, and so on. Those turned me down when they found out who I was. I don’t know who told them and what they said. The only thing I could do about it was silently accept what they thought of me.
I’m a lowly orphaned omega who cannot be responsible enough to care for children, despite taking care of my brother. As a fifteen-year-old, they don’t think I’m strong enough to clean and garden. My ad almost gave me a babysitting job in a human home. My luck ran out when a funny-smelling neighbor came in without knocking and told lies about hearing me stealing.
My hands are rough after months of accepting every odd job I can get, but I’m also better
