Unfairness. Yes, it is really unfair. The war has made it more tough for the people living in the village; and this is where Russy lived with her son. Russy has always been kind. She would help anybody without any hesitance, no matter what type of help it was. Unfortunately, that didn't mean that she will get them same support back, especially for the higher-up men living in the village.
It was only about two weeks since the time her husband left her.
   "This is your last warning!" Shouted a man with a beard wearing a blue suit, "Otherwise, we'll have to take unlike actions on you!"
You might be wondering what is that man shouting for. Yes, that was the debt collector. Ever since the war had started, her husband's job was closed, yet he started wasting money and dragging more debts on him instead of finding another job to work it or at least to save some money. The worst past to be mentioned was that all that wasted money was on drugs and wine, which has made Russy angrier and madder everytime she saw him coming back home, reeking of wine, drunk, dizzily shaken, or even shirtless, considering the fact that he had a young child which he was supposed to been example for, however, it seemed that child was the example to the father. In the end, he ran away leaving all his debts on her.
   The woman nodded as she went back to her work. She wasn't working as how she used to do. She was more prestigious than this, but ever since the war, she began working as a farmer, milking cows, harvesting crops, and being a babysitter by the end of the day. She gave up everything to be able to protect herself and her family. She never gave a second thought about that. Basically, it wasn't a fancy to do such a tiresome work nor did she know how to manage that, but she could just depend on her ambitions of protecting her only son to do that.
   It was about four hours since the debt collectors came to her and four hours since she has been working. As the cool evening breeze was blown by, she walked on her way back to home. It wasn't a great place either, but just a shelter to sleep, eat, and live in. Opening the door of her house, she was stun to find it dominated by utter silence of no presence.
   "Rocci?" She took her steps in closing the door behind her as she entered the living room, yet she can find no presence of her precious son. "Rocci, where are you?" She entered the bedroom as she shrieked in shock when she still didn't find him.
   She ran to the kitchen which was her last option as she shook in terror the moment she read the note left on the fridge:
   'Mrs. Russy. We are pleased to have your dear son as a hostage if you wouldn't pay your debts. The deadline is after tomorrow. Otherwise, he'll be none of the Earth's living souls.'
   She could find impossible explanation for why world was treating her in that harsh way. It was all because of her stupid husband. Moreover, she didn't have any contact with those who took her son. She just hoped he would be alright as she grabbed her pouch and went outside. I have to work more all over this night to collect a possible amount of money to be able to pay fairly enough to get back my Rocci. Or so, she thought.
    Passing by her grandmother, she knocked the door. It took her a minute or two until the old lady opened the door for her. Entering, she sat on the sofa nearby as she explained everything and told her story to the old woman who sat on a wheelchair in front of her.
   "Oh? I see." Said the grandma, "But you shouldn't have given them the chance to do so."
   "What do you mean?"
   "If you do all that to protect Rocci, then You should have brought him with you to work," she pointed out her index finger at Rossy, "he could help you with some work too as you protect him away. That means two birds with a stone." She continued.
   "But I didn't want him to see this drastic change of social standards. He would be hurt seeing his mom working as a farmer who was once working as a business manager."
   "No work is shame." Said the blue-eyed woman as she turned her wheelchair, "this is what your mom thought until it dragged her down will illness and died."
   Upon remembering the memory, Rossy frowned with sadness staring down.
   "But you are not supposed to look at the bad side of it," turning back again, she smiled with a wrinkled face, "I'm an old lady you know, I know it all."
   The moment she looked at her grandma's face she felt warmer as she suddenly bursted from the chair hugging the old lady tightly, "thank you." And yet, nobody could notice the tear that had escaped from her eyes on her cheek.
   "But what am I supposed to do now?" Right now, she got back her ambition and determination, yet she was still hopeless about what would her next step be.
   "You wouldn't have to worry about that," the old woman stood from her wheelchair holding her wooden cane as she moved into one of the rooms, which Rossy has once known as her mother's room, "wait for me right there."
   After a few minutes, the woman came back with a black box in her her hands. Sh wondered if she will be giving her any belonging to her mom. Since her death, things have turned upside down. She haven't even visited her grandma nor has she known anything about her Rossy's husband or anything if what is happening around her. Not even Rossy's father was there, so she was clueless about what was happening around her family. Finally, she gave a visit to her grandma after three years of the department of the family which was broken apart. Unexpectedly, her grandma handed her the black box, "it's yours."
   "Mine?"
   "Yes," she nodded, "it was the savings of your mom. She wanted you to have them even on her deathbed, but you never came back after what happened."
   What a fortunate woman I am! She thought. She has never expected such a great thing. Opening the box, her face twinkled with happiness upon seeing a huge savings of money. Now she was assured that she would be saving her child and get back on her feet again. She couldn't express how much joy she was in. All what she felt of herself were tears: tears of joy. And once gain, she hugged the old lady tightly, "I am really sorry for not giving a visit in all these years. I was disappointed about her death."
   The old lady chuckled and shook her head, "I wasn't sad about it. I knew how you felt very well. It was my own daughter's death too."
   "Forgive me."
   "Don't say it," she smiled patting Rossy's head, "now go and get back your son, then next time, don't forget to visit with him."
   Standing up, I walked my way to the door as I turned around nodding and raising my thumb brightly, "Sure!"