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Just as the next customer came up, Ethan felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He looked at the screen and let out a sigh. Here comes yet another notification regarding a medical bill. That morning, as he rushed through a cup of instant coffee, he caught sight of it\u2014a harsh reminder that his mother\u2019s regular trips to the hospital were pulling them further into financial trouble.<\/p>\n

Ethan put in six days a week, frequently taking on double shifts, yet the scant pay barely managed to keep their little apartment from sinking. Clara, his mother, was getting worse, and while her treatments were necessary, they felt like a weight pulling them deeper into financial trouble.<\/p>\n

By the time his shift wrapped up, Ethan felt completely exhausted. As he stepped into the chilly night air, his feet throbbed with ache, the burdens of the day weighing heavily on him. He walked slowly to the small, dimly lit apartment he shared with Clara. As he opened the door, it creaked, and he found her sitting on the couch, her delicate figure wrapped in a blanket.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Mom,\u201d Ethan said gently, placing his bag on the table.<\/p>\n

Clara gave a slight smile. \u201cHow was your day at work, sweetheart?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was fine,\u201d he said, making an effort to hide the weariness in his tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake it easy on yourself, Ethan.\u201d <text\u201dI really dislike watching you handle all of this by yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ethan gulped, struggling to hide the heavy burden he carried inside. \u201cIt\u2019s really nothing, Mom.\u201d I\u2019ve got this handled.<\/p>\n

She nodded, but they both understood the reality of the situation. Ethan made his way back to his room, where a towering pile of unopened envelopes loomed on his desk\u2014bills he was reluctant to confront. He lingered by the window, reflecting on his life.<\/p>\n

How did it get so costly just to make ends meet? He pondered. Despite having insurance, the bills piled up quicker than he could manage to gather the funds. He reflected on the small amount of savings he had remaining, just enough to manage next month\u2019s rent, but not nearly enough to tackle the ongoing hospital bills.<\/p>\n

He noticed a dusty box sitting in the corner of the room. Inside, an old Bible had remained untouched for years. Thoughts of his beloved grandmother, Margaret, flooded his mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou really had to be so stubborn, didn\u2019t you, Grandma?\u201d Ethan shook his head and muttered under his breath.<\/p>\n

Margaret was the heart of the family\u2014always reliable, deeply devoted, and resolute in her beliefs. Throughout his teenage years, she consistently encouraged Ethan to accompany her to church every Sunday, but he never paid her any mind. The memory of their last argument lingered in his mind, clear and sharp, as if it had just happened yesterday.<\/p>\n

Six years had passed since then.<\/p>\n

Ethan had just hit the big 1-8, and he was all about soaking up a fun, laid-back weekend with his buddies. He definitely wasn\u2019t planning to spend another Sunday morning in church.<\/p>\n

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\u201cMichael,\u201d Margaret called out firmly, her figure framed in the doorway of his room. She clutched her large purse firmly, the Bible nestled under her arm, looking sharp in her Sunday best. \u201cIt\u2019s time to head to church.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ethan was completely absorbed in his phone, not bothering to glance up. \u201cI\u2019m not going, Grandma.\u201d I\u2019ve got plans already.<\/p>\n

\u201cGot any plans?\u201d Margaret\u2019s voice had grown louder. \u201cWhat could possibly be more important than spending time with the Lord?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m 18 now,\u201d he replied, his frustration clear in his voice. I have the ability to make my own choices. I refuse to spend another Sunday cooped up in church, listening to sermons.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s ridiculous. \u201cGet up, put on a clean shirt, and come with me,\u201d Margaret insisted, entering the room with an air of determination, as if she might just pull him out herself.<\/p>\n

No! I\u2019m not going! Ethan had lost it. Why can\u2019t you just allow me to live my life? I\u2019m really frustrated with how you treat me, as if I\u2019m the worst person ever just because I don\u2019t want to spend all day in church.<\/p>\n

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Just as the next customer came up, Ethan felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He looked at the screen and let out a sigh. Here comes yet another notification regarding a medical bill. That morning, as he rushed through a cup of instant coffee, he caught sight of it\u2014a harsh reminder that his mother\u2019s…<\/p>\n

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