"If you're not a beggar, then who are you? Why are you messing up your hair like crazy?"

"Don't talk carelessly. I'm not a beggar; I intend to sit here and release my frustration on someone, you know!"

"To me, it's the same thing, your clothes are nice, and it looks like you've been to a party. Did your partner cheat on you, and you ran away from him or...?"

"Or what, don't just talk!" snapped Julietta angrily.

The person who was yelled at recoiled in fear; she did not expect her words to ignite the emotions of the other person.

On the other hand, Julietta was angry when she was called a beggar, even though she only intended to sit on a bench near the park to unwind. Although, to be honest, her stomach was starving, she still did not want to beg to get food.

On the other hand, the couple's eldest daughter was cheeky. At a far adrift age, her attitude towards her elders was very disrespectful.

It wasn't her fault either; she and her fa