Their home was he vilge elders' pd a sad sight. It was slightly crooked because it hadn't been built correctly, rown with ivy, and had a small garden full of miseous items and wildly growables in front of it. There was a half-rotten fen dire need of repair, and the entrance was only kept shut by a small piece of yarn they used in exge for a proper lock.

  It was the most run-down p the entire vilge. The only sign that someone lived there was a small wooden sign with a strangely well-drawn Hammer on it. This sign showed who lived there: Tang Hao, their father, and the vilge's only Bcksmith. In this world, being a Bcksmith was not profitable. Instead, it was sidered the lowest of necessary occupations. They made simple tools like farming equipment and nails, not much more. The fact that he was the vilge's only Bcksmith with enough ers for three should have ehey would be living ier ditions, but that was not the case.They even hid Money from their father to ehey could feed themselves or afford clothes. However, the batch of hidden Mohey already decided, would wander into buying some wood to remake the fend put something of a resembo a lo their home.

  Whatever Money was left over elsewhere wandered into their fathers' alcohol, which he spent drinking all day. He was often drunk from the breakfast on until te at night. Entering, they found themselves inside oirety of the three rooms they possessed, the workroom that doubled as a kit, living room, and whatever else was needed, and the other two rooms were their fathers' Bedroom and their Bedroom.

  Tang Yin climbed on the wooden stool to stir this m's gee g internally while missing a proper Italian breakfast.By now, she would readily it murder for paa*.

  Behiang Sahe table with three bowls and spoons. They made breakfast for their family of three sihey were four, not because anyone dema but because they simply had to at some point because their father fot it the older they got.

  "Dad, foodies!" Tang Yin called out in unison with her brother.

  After a while, the drape separating their father's Bedroom lifted, and a rge, well, built figure staggered towards the table they were waiting at, the terrible stench of alcohol following him.His clothes were messy and dirty, the same ones he wore for three days, full of patches. What one distant day had been a handsome face was now a face full of wrinkles and beard, a long beard just as messy as his hair that had a strange resembo a bird's . Tang Yin wao tell him what she was thinking, but her brother covered her mouth, shaking his head.

  No.

  The message was as clear as day, so she bit her lip and sat down, silently slurping her gee. Hers was the oh the most ri it. Tang San ensured she got the most nutrition since she was smaller than him.Watg her father wolf down his bowl, take a sed one, finish it, and then leave into his Bedroom with a fresh bottle of wiook out from somewhere, she balled her fists. Damn it, their mother may be dead, but they were still alive.

  They never received love or much care from him, just indifference. He ehey didn't starve and had a roof over their head. The more self-reliant they got, the more he drowned himself in depression and alcohol. It worsened after Tang Yin started to look like a girl by letting her hair grow out. He couldn't look at her or even say something. The only thing that seemed tister somewhere in his Zombie state was that he had to work for his booze and their survival.

  Tang San didn't care. He never had a proper family. Now, at least he had a father and a sister on top of it, he said, but she cared. her of them deserved this. In her old life, she grew up in a big family, grandparents, uncles, aunts, her dad, and her mom. There had always been someone, and at the beginning, she missed them terribly. She still missed them and wanted a way bae, but by now, not without her brother.

  Tang Yin slurped the rest of the almost tasteless gee.

  "Do you think he will allow us to use the Irohere?" Tang San asked, pointing to a big sp of metal.

  "The fine Iron, I was w where it came from. This is good stuff, but why ask me? Ask Tang Hao tha..." she answered, angrily growling her father's name and wanting to insult him.

  "He is our father. You should treat him with more respect.", Tang San interrupted, "being a bit more filial would improve the retionship between you two."

  "What? He gives me no reason to be filial, and it is not as if I let others badmouth him." she signed, "Maybe I should just cut my hair again. He seems to detest it. Maybe then he would look at me again."

  Her brged her tightly, and she sank into it, seeking warmth. He was all she had for a proper Family now, no more adorkable cousins and annoying Aunts that treated her like a six-year-old. It was quite true that you only miss things once you lose them, and she missed even her Boys e first, Grandad. Who was stuck a tury in the Past trying to stantly get her a good future husband and thought a degree was useless.

  "Don't we are almost six now, and it suits you.", he said, "I will ask Father if I use the Fine Iron."

  Tang Yin nodded and punched her homesiess down. She had to man up. There was no use g after something was lost. She started to wash the bowls, looking at her now shoulder-length hair i sink water. She liked it. It looked cute. No reason to cut it again just to look more boyish and aodating to her father.

  She looked at the pitiful rest of the gee and started to scratch out what was left, eating half of it, going the few rice s left for her brother, he he nutrition too, and soon the vegetables in the garden could be harvested. They already looked quite good.

  "Penny, for your thoughts?" Tang San asked, ing out of their fathers' Bedroom.

  "Hey, that's my patent saying, and I am thinking of some nice vegetable soup. I believe, another few days, and we eat it as much as we want," she expined what she was thinking. Tang San nodded. Ever sihey started growing the vegetables wildly mixed, the high, mid, and lrowing ones right o each other pnted closely, they had a bigger harvest than anyone else in their garden. It was one of the Teiques Tang Yin saw in a dotary of her past world, and it worked well. The downside was it only worked because they used the method in a small pd put in much more work.

  "We use the Fine Iron. We have to hammer it ten thousand times.", Tang San said, taking the big pot from her aing what little was left.

  "Sounds long-winded, five thousand you, five me then."

  "You too?" he seemed surprised, and she guessed she couldn't bme him if it wasn't for food she preferred to ze around.

  "Yeah, why not? It may e in useful one day, and you don't have to make do with our kit knives aover nails for target practice when we are finished" he smiled, and together they lifted the Iron to the anvil, blowing the bellows.

  Ftsch.

  They looked towards their fathers' Bedroom and saw his old clothes lying on the floor.

  "You start Tang San. I will take care ... of that." she poi the clothes ahere holding her breath. God, these needed soap, perfume, and whatever else she could find to stop reeking like bad tavern alcohol.

  *Paa: Belly bea from a pig, air dried, and ofteen with herbs or fresh bread.