After My Cancer Diagnosis, I Feel Empowered Defying EveryoneChapter 1

I clutched the late-stage stomach cancer diagnosis in my hands and sent a text to my mother: [Can I withdraw some of the salary I have with you?]

Her voice message came back, seething with anger: [Money, money, money-- it's always about money with you. After all these years, you still haven't paid off your brother's mortgage, and now you're asking for more? How dare you!]

Before I could even process her words, she retracted the message and sent a new one: [The money is saved for your wedding. You're young, and we're keeping it for you so you don't get fooled by smooth-talking men. The salary for this month hasn't even come through yet, don't forget. Mom loves you, dear.]

Really? Saving it for me?

If it hadn't been for that slip-up of a message, I might have actually believed her. But with my time running out, I didn't need her so-called maternal love. I was determined to come back and settle things with these people.

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