𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
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"Yeosang, you need to understand not to worry so much about your hospital bill. I'll pay for it, it's alright. You keep going to school and working at your part-time job at the rollerblade rink. We'll still have enough money to pay for rent and, soon, we'll have money for Mom." Yeosang's sister ensured, grasping Yeosang's hand and spun him around.
Yeosang shook his head, ripping his hand free from her grasp. "Yunhee, you need to understand that I want to help Mom, too. You work at three jobs and you're failing your classes! I feel bad—"
"You don't need to feel bad, Yeosangie." Yunhee smiles small at her little brother, ruffling his hair only for him to smack her hand away, causing her to frown. "Yeosang, I understand you're worried about your hospital bills, but as I told you, you don't need to worry about it. I could handle it."
Yeosang stared at his sister through blurry eyes, not because he was crying, but because he couldn't see. His eyebrows and nose scrunched up at his sister, wanting to bite back then decides against it. This was an everyday occurrence, him and his older sister arguing about bills, what they were going to do if they ran low on food, which they have plenty of times and went days without eating, and what will happen if their mother doesn't get the proper treatment on time.
Every passing day, their mother grows weaker as the cancer cells within her body slowly overcome her. Doctors are usually surprised how hard she's fighting to stay alive, wheezing, and barely able to move her hand without cringing at how weak she feels. Yeosang only wants her to get better, he wants to get her to the hospital as soon as he can so she could go back to her ordinary self.
"Yeo," Yunhee softly calls to the brunette, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You don't have to worry about it."
"What about resources, Yunhee?" Yeosang quizzed, pointing to their shabby kitchen with a light that barely works. "We're running low on food again. I could barely pay for school lunch! We hardly have any soap and toothpaste in the bathroom, let alone do we have detergent to wash the piling clothes in our room. We have rats and cockroaches crawling all over the place, this house reeks as if somebody died in here! What are you going to do about that, Yunhee?"
Yunhee continued her silence, peering at her little brother with a downhearted attitude at the thought of everything they have to fulfill. "I'll figure it out..."
"You've been saying that for years, Yunhee! I'm sick of living like this—"
"You think I'm not?" Yunhee yelled, slamming her hand down on the coffee table as she stood. "I'm trying everything to keep us alive and Mom! Can't you give me a break? There's so much I have to do for us, there's so much I could take—"
