I had no idea how long I was unconscious, but I woke up to someone knocking at the door. Stumbling to open it, I found my landlady, Amanda Jones, there to collect the rent. Before she could voice her complaints, she was startled by my blood-covered appearance."Oh my God, what happened to you? Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital right now."After the examination at the hospital, Amanda looked heartbroken. "Honey, you're so young. How did you end up with brain cancer?"Seeing how pale and thin I was, barely able to eat anything, she called her son to bring homemade soup. She then patiently fed me spoonful by spoonful.I couldn't help tearing up. Eight years ago, when I learned that my real parents weren't the abusive couple who raised me, this was exactly how I'd imagined a mother would be.She gently wiped my tears away. "Hey, don't cry. With the right treatment, you can beat this."I shook my head and transferred what was supposed to be my final paycheck for Kayla to her ins
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