She smiled at your words, her eyes softening. "I appreciate that," she said quietly. "But I can't help but feel bad about everything... the situation with my grandma, not being able to give her the life she deserves..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. "It just feels like we're stuck in this never-ending cycle of poverty and suffering."

You tightened your grip on her, offering what comfort you could. "I know it's hard," you said quietly. "

"Move out?" She lifted her head to look at you in surprise. "Where would we go? We don't have enough money for our own place."

You smiled reassuringly. "I've been meaning to tell you this... my father trusts me with some of his business dealings. I think there might be a way for us to get the money we need without having to ask him directly." You took a deep breath, feeling nervous about revealing this secret.