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My husband was suddenly diagnosed with acute kidney failure. The surgery cost half 150 thousand dollars. Desperate, I called my daughter. After all, when she got married, I'd emptied our savings to buy her a home. The call went through. I heard her husband say, "Don't pick up. Your mom is just trying to leech off you. You need to cut ties with them." My daughter hung up. Moments later, my daughter texted: [Mom, I am married now. I have to prioritize myself and my husband first. Please stop leeching off us.] In the hospital corridor, I begged relatives for help, but couldn't raise enough money. My husband died right before my eyes. At his funeral, my daughter came dressed in designer clothes, arm in arm with her husband, crying her heart out. However, the first thing she said to me was, "Mom, now that Dad's gone, it's a waste for you to live alone in that big house. Sign it over to me. My husband and I could sell it to pay off bills." Rage and heartbreak burst in my chest. I collapsed on the spot from a brain hemorrhage. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my daughter and her fiancé came home to ask me for money for their marital home.