C9 Amelia's POV

I looked thoroughly through the certificates on the wall, the garish white of the room doing nothing to comfort me. They must be fake because this man right here doesn't know what he's talking about. My mum doesn't seem to be getting better; we are so poor we cannot afford another round of Chemo. He tells me this in a voice as if I'm a toddler who wouldn't understand. I don't care about that