She Saved Me Then, I Save Her Now
When I'm in my senior year of high school, my mom, Bethany Stout, is diagnosed with uremia.
Even after our family sells the house, we are still 300,000 dollars short on the dialysis fee. I pack my bags overnight, ready to go to work on an assembly line at an electronics factory.
The class belle, Natasha Ferris, grabs my shirt tightly at the train station ticket gate.
She's someone who usually blushes even when speaking a little loudly, but that day she forces a bank card into my hand.
"The password is your birthday. Consider the money a loan. You're not allowed to miss the SAT."
I say I may never be able to pay this money back in my entire life.
With red-rimmed eyes, she scolds me, "Th