Run a little faster, a little more quickly. The sooner we get the money, the more hope Mom will have of surviving

The slippers that she had worn out from the hospital had been torn, and Gina shrugged them off and continued to rush towards the bank. She clutched the check and ran barefoot on the asphalt road, her hair sticking together into a patchwork swaying with the wind. The blue and white striped hospital gown on her body was already stained and indistinguishable from its original appearance.

The moment he saw the bank door, Gina's tears gushed out for a moment. Stumbling and holding the gate handle to break...