Jasmine's POV

My sister and I waited for the midnight bus to take us back home. The night was still, calm and quiet. Well, at least that was what it felt like to me because I became numb.

"Your mother's health is at a critical stage. There's nothing more we can do unless she gets that lung transplant. Without it she'll only have three months to live, or less. I'm sorry."

Those words were haunting me and hung on my shoulders like a piece of clothing I couldn't shake off. I had absolutely no idea on how I was going to be able to pay for my mother's lung transplant. The given total was over half a million dollars, and I wasn't sure what her Medicaid would cover. Regardless, I would have to hit the lottery to obtain that kind of money.

I had to pay the bills and the rent at my apartment, support and provide for my sister's education, put food on the table and provided for myself as well. It was all too much. I didn't know what to do or where to turn to. My mother was dying and there was nothing I could do to save her. I wouldn't be able come up with all that money in the span of three months or less.

The tears flooded my eyes again as we got onto the midnight bus and found a seat.

Zenia's arms circled around my waist. "It's going to be okay sis. We have to pray. That's all we can do for now," she comforted me with teary eyes.

We loved our mother so much. She had been through everything with us since our first day on this earth and she did it all by herself. We had no relatives and no friends. It was only my mother, my sister and me.

I wiped my tears away with the hem of my T-shirt. It was at that moment I noticed what I was wearing. I did not have a chance to change into anything decent. I was wearing a worn out shorts and a plain T-shirt that was a bit over-sized for my form because it belonged to Mom. I had on flip-flops and my pedicure was so horrible it looked like it was done by a blind person. My hair was uncombed, but I just couldn't be bothered. It was late and there weren't many people on the bus.

When we got home, I threw myself on the couch. The same couch Mom was sitting on before the incident. I cried again and, right there, I fell asleep.

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I woke up to my phone ringing. My heart skipped several beats as I thought about my mom.

What if it's the hospital with the awful news I would never be prepared to hear?

I held the phone with trembling hands.

My workplace number flashed on the screen.

I heaved a sigh of relief.copy right hot novel pub