Chapter 8

I sat by the side of my mom, who was lying on a hospital bed with a supporting machine.

It’s been an hour now, and she is still unconscious. I lay by her side, filled with tears in my eyes. I don’t know where to get money for her hospital bill. I still don’t know if she still has saves . My stupid father can’t help after putting her into such misery. He left the house instantly. My eyes reddened. I don’t want to see my father's face again. If my mother regains herself, I don’t think we are going back to that house.

Even though we don’t have anywhere to go, I guess living on the street, hustling to survive, is better than staying in the house of a heinous father that causes us nothing but pain.

"Mom, please don’t leave me." I held her hand, looking at her eyes. I still have no hope of her recovery; there’s no sign of her waking up. I won’t forgive my father for this.

I can’t imagine my life without my mother; she is all I have. I held her hand and squeezed it. I hope she wakes up.