Semua Bab Cutting Ties After the Last Dollar: Bab 1 - Bab 9

“Mom, I’ll pay you back real soon…” I awkwardly picked at the hem of my shirt. “That’s what you say all the time. Name one month you actually paid off your debt. “It’s a good thing your father and I are generous enough not to hold it against you.” My mother, Cassie, brushed me off with the wave of her hand before turning to my sister, who was sitting nearby, absorbed in a picture book. “Millie, what do we call those who owe money and never pay back?” Millie looked up, her eyes lighting up with a smile. “A bum!” “That’s right. You’re so smart, sweetheart. Don’t be a bum like your sister.” Cassie pulled Millie into a hug, and the pair sank into the couch together, giggling away. I stood to the side in embarrassment, the cozy scene stinging my cheeks hot. Then came a knock on the door. I rushed to open the front door, and there stood my father, Ethan Small, holding a large cake and fresh ribs with a grin on the other side. As my eyes welled up, I reached out to

With the mall’s grand opening wrapping up three days later, I had just over two hundred bucks to my name, so I bought lemons, cups, and bags of ice. Every evening, I set up my lemonade cart outside the town square, where people gathered after work to eat, shop, and escape the heat.The brutal summer heat worked in my favor because business was better than I’d imagined. One evening, I was out there, calling out to potential customers. Holding Millie’s hand, Cassie led her across the town square after her piano lesson. Tagging along were several of Millie’s friends and their respective parents.Spotting my cart, Millie bolted toward me. “Meadow, I want some lemonade! I’ll have a cup.” Millie tugged playfully at my sleeve, and her friends quickly chimed in, asking for lemonade too.As one parent reached for their phone to pay, Cassie put a hand out to stop them. “Oh, don’t worry about it. This is my daughter. She’s running a little business. It’s just a few drinks. Consid

“We’re back, Meadow!“We got you a souvenir. Since you didn’t get to join us, I won’t make you pay for your share or this one.” With a gift box in hand, Cassie opened the door to my room. The room was empty. The ledger and money were placed right where no one could miss them. While mumbling to herself, Cassie pocketed the money into her purse. “At least you have some sense to pay up without me asking.” At six in the evening, Cassie had dinner ready, but no one came to the front door. “Isn’t Meadow home yet?” Ethan frowned. Cassie added a piece of fish to Millie's plate.“She’s probably busy with her lemonade cart. Give it a little more time.” Meanwhile, I was on a bus to college.The cabin was softly lit, and outside the window, the darkness rolled by in an endless blur. Every so often, the glow of a small town flashed past.Leaning against the window, I nibbled on a sandwich I’d picked up at the station.Across from me sat a young woman with glasses. She offered me

Over the next few days, Ethel seemed to lose her sharp tongue. She often asked me to stay for a while, telling me stories of her younger days. One day, I came to her place as usual. When I let myself in, Ethel didn’t answer like she always did. With my internal alarm bells ringing, I pushed open her bedroom door and found her lying in bed, her face pale. I dialed the emergency line right away, and the paramedics arrived in no time. In the back of the ambulance, I gave Christine a call, and the latter told me she’d catch the next flight back. Once at the hospital, I sat outside the ICU, staring blankly through the glass at Ethel’s frail body, surrounded by tubes and monitors.The sharp click of high heels echoed down the hallway.Christine rushed in, a handbag slung over her shoulder, weary from her long flight. I watched Christine throw herself over Ethel’s bedside, breaking out in tears. A while later, Christine emerged and looked at me. “Thank you for caring for

Natalie’s research was funded by one of national largest federal research grants, and I was the youngest undergraduate in the lab. Every week, we had three lab meetings and two journal club presentations.While everyone else whined about the workload, I’d already read nearly everything I could find in our field.Natalie called on me during one lab meeting. “Meadow did excellent work on the report. The data is solid, and the analysis is thorough. I have nothing to pick at. “I’d like everyone to take a page from Meadow’s book.” The rest of the lab turned to look at me, the admiration clear in their eyes. They knew I was always the last one to leave the lab. I finished my first term with top marks. As winter break started, I signed up for campus housing.The campus was practically deserted during the winter holidays. Most of the local students had already gone home for the holidays, and the international students headed home as soon as they wrapped up their research.I s