Mom's lower back slammed into the rusted metal corner of the iron bedframe in her tiny apartment. History repeated itself in the cruelest, most ironic way. She writhed on the floor in unbearable pain.Fiona panicked. However, instead of calling an ambulance, she took the opportunity to steal the last few dollars from Mom's pocket. That very night, she bought the cheapest bus ticket she could find, fled the city, and never came back.Three days later, the landlord noticed a foul smell coming from the apartment and forced the door open.By the time Mom reached the hospital, she had completely lost all feeling in her legs. She had already suffered from severe chronic lower back injuries.Years earlier, I had lived as frugally as possible. I used the money I had earned through my hard work to prepay for a full year of rehabilitation therapy for Mom at a clinic downtown.It should have been the care that allowed her to enjoy a peaceful old age. Instead, she drove me away with her own h
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