Frank's second uncle chuckled. “Sister-in-law, it doesn't matter whether it's north or south. When we were kids, didn’t we live through all kinds of hardships?”
“There was no air conditioning back then and we still managed to eat three meals a day.”
“Now that you've moved in with your son, but suddenly can't bear to live without AC? That's just being overly sensitive.”
From the crowd, a young distant relative muttered, “Exactly. Sure, children are supposed to take care of their parents in old age, but that doesn't mean they should be treated like suckers.”
This remark unexpectedly drew nods of agreement from many.
I retorted angrily, “What do you know? Go on, try living it."
Just then, an elderly man stepped forward. According to seniority, I have to call him uncle.
Acting the role of a peacemaker, he said to me, “Alright, enough. Stop arguing. We’re family after all. This is just making us a laughingstock."
“Let me, as the elder, settle this matter once and for all.”
"Frank … will take you back in and continue to care for you. From now on, no one’s allowed to complain about water, electricity, or gas bills.”
"Do you and your wife agree, Frank?"
Frank and Ivy nodded vigorously.