Begging for help
They begged for my help, hoping my financial success could provide a lifeline. ‘We wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t desperate,’ my mother said, her voice breaking.
‘Please, you’ve done so well for yourself. We don’t know where else to turn.’ My father nodded, his eyes pleading.
The desperation in their voices was unmistakable. They needed me, but the question remained whether I could—or should—help them after everything we had been through.