I've been working as a housekeeper for a year now. After my husband passed away three years ago, I knew the life insurance wouldn't last forever, so I took this job to support myself. Naturally, I felt uneasy about it—especially since I ended up living in with a father and son. The father is often away on overseas business trips, leaving his teenage son, who's preparing for exams, alone most of the time. Having grown up in a facility without a real family, I always longed for the warmth of a household. Even now, my heart aches knowing how cruelly that dream was shattered.