The phone plan.
Fourteen thousand four hundred.
Camille’s unpaid emergency loan.
Three thousand.
Hannah’s orthodontic treatment.
Four thousand two hundred.
The anniversary deposits and flowers.
Three thousand six hundred.
When I finally added the amounts, the total
came to approximately one hundred two thousand six hundred dollars.
I stared at the screen.
More than one hundred thousand dollars.
Money I’d contributed because I believed helping my family would make me a good daughter.
Yet somehow, after all of that, my mother still believed I hadn’t earned one plate of dinner.
I opened my phone carrier’s website.
Then I began making changes.
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Mom, Dad, and Camille would no longer remain on my account indefinitely.
I kept Hannah’s line active.
She was twelve years old, and none of this was her responsibility.
Next, I contacted the pharmacy about Dad’s medication.
I canceled the automatic payment arrangement.
