When was the most desperate time you experienced?

The most desperate time I experienced was in the year when my mother was ill. I was still at school that year. My father works in Shanghai to earn money to see my mother, who needs to go to the hospital for chemotherapy and radiotherapy every two weeks. In the meantime, someone needs to be taken care of in the hospital. When I was at school, I only had time to do it every weekend. This time is my most desperate time.

Sometimes my father will suddenly call me at eleven or twelve o'clock, and I can hear the sound of sobbing clearly on the phone, and I am very unhappy. My father has always been a smiling man. I have never seen him cry. This time it should be serious. The father has only one daughter. He doesn't know who to talk to except me. Of course, even I am desperate. I dare not tell my classmates, because I am afraid they will laugh at me, so I can only cry silently in my heart.

But crying won't solve anything. I told my teacher about these things, took a month off, and took care of my mother wholeheartedly. Maybe my mother is seriously ill, and another person living in the ward is lying in bed moaning. I asked the doctor to change her ward. The doctor didn't agree, so I had to pull down the curtains and talk to my mother.

It's hard to watch my mother's hair thinning day by day and people getting thinner day by day. But cancer is not cured in a day or a month. I only took a month off. Who will take care of my mother after that month? It's definitely impossible for dad to come. If he doesn't earn money, his mother won't have medical expenses.

One day, the doctor asked me to renew my medical expenses. I knew my dad had no money, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped paying. I couldn't stand it, so I called the teacher. The teacher comforted me softly and said that this should not be my age. She gave me another half month's leave to take good care of my mother and not push my father too hard. She gave me two thousand yuan to continue my medical expenses.

After half a year's hospitalization, my mother's condition finally improved and she finally went home for treatment. My hanging heart finally fell to the ground and the most desperate time finally passed. Now I cherish campus life and friendship with teachers. I thank those who helped me when I was desperate. Thank you.