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Mom transferred fifteen dollars to me. Then came her messages. Mom: [All you ever do is ask for money. We're already broke. Everyone says children are supposed to be caring. Why can't you think about me for once?] Mom: [After middle school, you'll get a job and pay me back, got it?] Right after that, she tried to start a voice call. The room was dark, and the only light came from my old phone blinking in the gloom. I reached out to grab it and reply, but my hand went right through the phone. I looked around in panic and saw my body, nothing but skin and bones, lying right there on the muddy floor. Then it hit me. I starved to death yesterday because the local relief center stopped distributing food aid again.