I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision.The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained.The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most.My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom. Reality dumped cold water over my head.I was still blocked. She had not added me back.Left with no choice, I borrowed a stranger's phone and dialed her number again."Mom..."Before I could get another word out, a sharp, cutting voice came through the line."If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!"The call cut
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