I zoomed in on the photo.My father, Justin Lambert, was in the corner while holding up a lightstick. My mother, Bella Whitfield, was hugging my sister, Hannah Lambert.Their smiles were blinding.I stared at the photo, and my fingers trembled as I gripped the medical bill.The nurse rapped her knuckles on the table and asked, "Are you going to pay the bill, miss?"My phone vibrated again. Hannah had just sent a message to me."Mom told me that you're pretending to be sick again to ask for money, Helena. Can you be a little more mature? Mom and Dad work really hard to earn money."I stared at the screen before calling Dad. It rang for a long time before he finally picked up. I could hear the deafening cheers from the concert in the background."I'm in the hospital, Dad," I said. "I need 300 dollars to pay the medical bill.""Why are you in the hospital, Lena?" he asked, sounding guilty."I passed out from malnutrition.""Why didn't you take better care of yourself—"Mom's p
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