Hello, father. It's me, Mackenzie. How are you? How's everyone?
As Mackenzie hit the send button, tears rolled down her cheeks.
This was the first message she ever sent to her father in a while that did not involve her informing him that she'd wired some money to his bank account.
Now that she thought about it, she realized that was vain and all the efforts she was putting into helping her father was just a heap of heavy dust. What was money going to do for her now? It could never make her a better daughter.
She might die. How would money save her from her unlucky fate?
"Mackenzie!" A shrill voice yelled, "Are you going to neglect the house chores again?! Your disease is not even life-threatening so don't you dare try to use it as an excuse!"
Mackenzie could hear it. The mocking tone
