"Ronan and I are busy with a big business deal and we really don't have the energy to take care of them. Anyway, you've been taking care of them for so many years and you're used to it, so let them stay at your place."
"Once my business deal is done, I'll bring Mom and Dad over to enjoy their retirement."
I laughed bitterly.
What did she mean by "I'm used to it"?
If it weren't for my parents constantly complaining about growing old with no one to help them, would I have abandoned my beloved teaching career and taken up a job as a warehouse clerk who could be called upon at any time to cater to their needs?
Would Caleb give up his position as a university professor to become an ordinary high school teacher in this small city?
Over the years, I had been working while taking care of my parents, while Viola only needed to marry a wealthy, fat man ten years her senior.
Every weekend she would go home for a meal and she would become my parents' darling daughter, praised for her thoughtfulness, filial piety and competence.
Now that the demolition compensation was all gone and the house was lost, they suddenly remembered me — the poor sucker.