She told me she no longer needed my sponsorship and that I only needed to ask if I needed money. 

My mother was kicked out of the house within a year, and Janice became the next Mrs. Roffe. 

Janice loved taunting my mother and showing off the love my dad showered her in, and so my mom died angry and bitter. 

After that, Janice only got worse. She turned her arrows at me and drilled into my head that I was the one who killed my mom. 

“Your mother would never have died if you hadn’t pitied me in the beginning! You were the one who killed your mother!” 

As she wished, I succumbed to sickness in that rented apartment. 

Fortunately for me, I woke up again to the day I first sponsored Janice.