Responsibility

This was the time of the day when I almost wished I were rich or maybe I was working.

Emergency.

I looked at my phone. My conversation with my dad was still visible. I tried to hold my tears back since Paris and mom was sitting in front of me.

I re-read what I sent to my dad.

"Paris got bitten by a rat. I don't have any penny here. What should I do?" I sent. He's still asleep, of course. I stood up and went outside the house. I went straight to Aunt Kaye's house — mom's colleague.

"Aunt Kaye, do I have to take Paris to the clinic and get her a shot of anti-rabies? A rat bit her." I directly asked when I saw her sweeping outside their house. She instantly stopped when she heard me.

She hurriedly opened their gate and pulled me to Aunt Rita's house, who was currently sweeping their garage.

"Rita," Aunt Kaye called. Aunt Rita stopped sweeping and slowly walked toward us. "Your husband got bitten by a dog, right?" Aunt Rita nodded. What has the dog something to do with a rat?