One week later...

Rita is sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes are filled with tears. Beside her, is her bag which has all her clothes arranged in it. Her money here is due, and since she has no more money to pay for more days, she has to move out now.

She rubs her stomach slowly as more tears drop from her eyes. Where will she go from here? How will she survive with her son without any means of income? Over the days, she has tried to find a job to sustain herself for some time, but luck has never been on her side. Maybe life...