Max looked out of the bedroom's window which faced a narrow street, it was raining, another rainy day, he thought. He put on his work's uniform and rushed out his small apartment, he had been leaving in London for almost 3 years and he still hadn't got used to that rain.It had passed 5 years since his grandmother decided to show his the right way, the way he followed, partly. After that day, he went to the class in regular bases, as well as doing his homework. Two years later, few days after his graduation from high school, she passed away. Her death had a get effect on him and took him a while to stand up to his own feet again. Despite her good relationship with Max' s mother, he avoided her and denied her. Even though his grandmother's last wish was for him to mend the gap between them, he never did the first step, neither his mother as she was completely absorbed by her work and new husband.
After two years of hard labour, Max decided to leave his home-village and go to London, to look for a better job, better than cutting woods. Of course, his real motive was to pay his debt to his grandmother, as he still felt deeply indebted to her, despite her death. After spending some months in an open university, he took a diploma and got employed. He did what his grandmother told him, he became better than his father, he left the village without leaving nobody behind (his mother didn't count at all).
He walked through the rainy streets of London and got into the factory where he worked.
And he finally felt happy.
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