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I'm holding the ballpen, and we have an exam on my major topic today; I need to finish everything before I compete in the ojt because this is my final year of college.

"Miss Sanjorjo!" said our professor, and I leapt to my feet as my last name was pronounced. He raised his eyebrows as he examined my test paper.

"Okay, continue." I was turned aside, and Sheen moved to my side, motioning for me to pick up the tossed paper. I took it for granted, and now I know why.

I rapidly copied the response and couldn't study it since I had to audit the store's income and pay Papa's hospital bill because it was rising and I couldn't afford to pay it, especially if it was a boy. We'll be out of pocket just in case.

Papa's condition worsened rather than improved, and he is currently unstable. His hospital treatment is pricey, and we are concerned that he will have issues in his body.

I can't limit my spending on Mama since I can't see her and inform her. Maybe I'll be the caustic one, or maybe we'll q