CHAPTER ELEVEN (The Visit)

Helen

I sat on my bed with my knees curled to my chest and my two hands on my cheeks, reminiscing on the call I just received from the doctor. I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

Was it a crime that I didn't have enough money to pay for my mother's medical needs? The news he had called with was a different ball game from what I had hoped for when I went visiting earlier in the day.

He'd called to inform me about the slight change in my mum's hospital accommodation. Earlier today, when I went to the hospital, I was so excited that he’d said she is in a good condition and getting ready for the surgery, that all I had to clear was the outstanding bill before he proceeded, and I wanted a little time to gather some money.

According to him, there was no cause for alarm, and I couldn't have been happier to receive that news. At least, one of the worries on my mind was out.

I had a lot of burden on me, but the stress of also knowing that my mother was critically ill weighed down on