Poverty is an understatement when it comes to describing my circumstances. My mother is a lost cause I can't get rid of, and I work my fingers to the bone just trying to keep my head above water.
I warned her. I told her there’s no line I won’t cross to keep her. And that’s what I did. I crossed a line. Thing is, I don’t regret it. I’d do it again if I had the chance.
