Lectures, the one thing Xasxquar hated in every way possible, would start with the attendance.
The name-calling, then no one listening to him, then everyone hating him for not making them listen, then the process repeats, going to the next class, then to another and another, till twenty-five lectures were done then, he would go to his bosses wife mansion and clean it thoroughly till every single object would shine like it had just been polished with sandpaper and covered with gold.
He would wash their dishes, spoil their son by not making him do his chores, and then do everything himself. After all that, he would be given sixty-five queils instead of the promised one hundred because he didn't clean the attic, which he was never given the keys to.
It hurt Xasxquar how everybody exploited him. No one acknowledged him, let alone thank him.
Although life was difficult, his mother's sweet words helped him find light in the darkest days. But no matter what, the way he was being treated was unacceptable.
Everyone, including his students, looked down on him and called him a "degenerate," and "mindless imbecile," or a "street beggar". He came to the bare point, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Why live in this fake hell when there is a real one?" his co-worker heard him, and he thought he would be mocked again, but she slowly approached him and said, "Because there is no living in that one".
He looked at her with confusion, it… was his mother, not a co-worker, "struggling son?" she said with an alluring smile on her face Xasxquar lit up he saw his mother smile, he felt as if he was over the heavens, he felt as if he had achieved his life goal, as if he became god, as if he was the best son that there could ever be, that he saw he mother smile, "ohh son, Arrack doesn't fit you, I must teach you on how to lie", Xasxquar eyes filled with tears, not of sorrow, but of joy, seeing his mother smile was the only motivation, he needed he went to the Jèrmolog and asked, no, demanded for a leave for the rest of the day, all while in front of his mother, Jèrmolog gave permit with fear in his eyes, and for once someone took importance about him in his life.