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When I got out of bed, I had a dragging sensation, and I knew I had school the next day, but I didn't feel like participating in our ojt. Drinking and getting drunk is my preferred activity.

"Kourtney!" When I turned to face the door, it opened with a warning from my mother, who looked quite irate and gave the impression that she was about to smack me at any moment. He threw the statement of account on the table and was visibly upset as he did so.

This indignant remark and me spreading my blanket now: "You sold a building but no money entered my account; did you cheat me?" "Mom, the hospital costs for Papa have been paid. I also paid my tuition fee," I added, as his trembling fist smacked the paper across my face.

If you spent it at school, that's perfectly OK; there's no reason for you to spend it with your dad. He is going to pass away; are you willing to spend any more money? My hair was smoothed back, and my shoulders were dropped forward.

"Mama, please don't speak to Papa in that