Come to the Hospital. Room 374. There's only one more chance.
My name's Ava. I'm a working student trying my best to help my dad. He was diagnosed with lung cancer last month. My mom stopped working from depression after my grandpa died. Now when we desperately need the money, that's when she can't find a job. Now it depends on me to help save my dad. Or at least let him live for a few more years.
My boss talked to us today. She said the cafe (the place i work in) needs more money to renovate. That's why, she explained, there's going to be a decrease of 25% of our pay.
I started to get worried, and thought of finding a new job. After a few weeks, I received a text from my mom, who is in the other side of town.
I skipped all my classes and went as fast as I could to the hospital. Making my way to my dad's room, I overheard a conversation between a doctor and a surgeon. It was going to be a last attempt at surgery for my dad, and he had barely enough time.
I went inside the room. It's too late. His cancer has taken over.
I woke up finding my mom and dad in the kitchen. There were still some resumes on my bedside table, and homework from school spread on my desk. How did I end up in this house? Wasn't I living in a small apartment? Or was it all just my fake life in a dream?