Dear Brother,
I stepped into office, and I see death. People screaming, running around in complete chaos. Phones ringing, machine crashing. There were tears. There were yelling. The wall rumbles at the the sound of mixed chattering and fear. The project has been in Operation for 5 days...
I slept collectively about 24 hours in the past 5 days, while having flu and cough. I was just going on on the shear power of determination, and prayers alone.
It's a war zone. One with over hopeful commander and terrible lieutenant.
I tried to ask for help. Again and again. And in the end I was left alone at the front line.
It's tiring. I just feel like giving up.
Or I already have?
I guess I have made the right choice to tell you not to pick IT. I don't want this life for you. I will not let you come here too. I wish that life could be easy for either of us, and I wish I could have enough money to make sure you won't go through such hardship. But in the end you will, because it's life, and what constantly coming at us doesn't kill us, it will make us stronger somehow.
I don't know how long I can last in this pressure, but I'm dealing with it... I just feel like giving it up all together.
Love
Brother
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