While driving to gather my belongings, my mother suddenly asked my father, "Did you hang up on our daughter's call?"

My father hesitated for a moment. "Yes, I assumed she was just calling to chat or ask for money, so I hung up."

"Do you realize that was her call for help?" My mother's voice surged in sudden agitation.

"What are you shouting about? I regret it now, don't I? Who knew she would get into trouble at that moment?"

My mother fell silent, lowering her head as she murmured, "Since she left home, she never asked us for a dime."

It was true; I had known since childhood that...