Evicted at Sixty-Three, I Won

Synopsis

When I was sixty-three, my husband kicked me out of the house. He moved into a new house with his mistress and left me behind in the slum. My legs were so weak I had to cling to the wall just to get around. He even brought his mistress back just to beat me up. My daughter came to visit, claiming it was for my own good, but she ended up wrecking my home. Everyone figured this was it for me, that my life was done. Until one day a notice of demolition showed up on my door.