When I came home for summer vacation, they had converted my room into a nursery. Since then, I rarely went home, and during holidays I worked part-time. Later, I got married and had a well-behaved daughter. I began to understand the hardships my parents endured in raising a child.
I'd visit my parents’ home from time to time, either giving money or buying things.
My brother and sister-in-law usually didn't harbor any ill will toward me.
I thought we were a loving family.
Until this time, when my mother fell ill, I busied myself taking care of her for seven days and paid over $10,000 in medical expenses.
In the end, my brother took all the reimbursement money.
At that moment, I couldn't help but look at my mother. My mother said nothing about it. Instead, she urged me:
"When you take me home from the hospital, remember to buy your nephew some snacks. He loved the imported chocolate you brought last time!"
"It's not nice to go back to your parents’ home empty-handed. People will think you're asking for money!"
My brother folded his hands and looked down at me:
"Hey, did you hear what I said? You came back empty-handed last time!"