It was fine. I told myself I could hold on.
At the end of the first month, I received my wages from the design company and convenience store. $10,000 total.
Looking at the number that appeared briefly in my bank account, I didn't hesitate.
I transferred all of it to Mom.
Mom, I got a bonus and project allowance. Use it to pay off the debt. Don't skimp on yourselves.
Not long after, Mom called.
"Ellie, why did you send so much money? Do you have enough for yourself? Don't push yourself too hard—your health is what matters."
"It's enough. The company's benefits are pretty good."
I kept my voice light.
Her voice caught. "Come home for dinner tonight, okay? I'll make your favorite braised pork."
When I got home, my face was deathly pale. I pulled out the cheap makeup I'd prepared and made myself look as normal as possible.
Sure enough, there was a bowl of braised pork on the table when I walked in—glossy, bright red.
Dad's complexion looked better than before. When he saw me, a rare smile crossed his face. "You're back? Go wash your hands."
Mom bustled around, piling meat into my bowl. "Eat more. Look how thin you've gotten. Work must be exhausting."
I smiled and shook my head.