Alice gets to work late, but not too late.
When her shift at the supermarket ends that evening, she has 100 hard-earned simoleons, but she is as exhausted as it is possible to be. She wobbles slightly after walking out the door, and only just manages to stop herself from losing consciousness there and then.
But she doesn't want to rest now. She's just come up with a new wish. It's a wish that would be easily fulfilled, but the idea scares and horrifies me. I don't want to grant it to her.
But it's her life, and her choice. I reluctantly let her do it.
She takes all of the money she has just earned, places it into an envelope, writes the name of a charity on the front, and puts it into a mailbox.
You might think that Alice has the worst life in the world, but she doesn't believe that's true. She will turn down the chance to improve her life in order to give others the opportunity to improve theirs.
What does it mean when a character you've created makes you re-examine your own life through their astonishing selflessness?
That part made me cry a bit.
