“Emily just got into college, and you can’t wait to fly away?”
“I see, you’re planning to never come back. No need to care for me when I’m old, no need to take care of your sister!”
After saying this, she sat silently in the living room, as if I had committed some unforgivable crime.
I couldn’t stand seeing the mom who raised us all alone look so disappointed, so I turned down Mr. Johnson’s offer.
That very night, I booked tickets and made detailed travel plans to take them on a trip.
Only then did my mom brighten up, smiling again.
“That’s more like it! As the older sister, you should make money for the family and take your sister out to have fun!”
“If you move far away, how will you take care of me when I get sick? You won’t even make it back!”
With those words—“That’s more like it”—she chained me to her side.
When Mr. Johnson saw he couldn’t persuade me, he found someone else.
Luckily, before he had settled on another candidate, I came across that video.
“Mr. Johnson, I’ll go.” I didn’t hesitate.
He was delighted, and soon the paperwork for my relocation to the U.S. was signed.
With a strange mix of unease and defiance, I nervously scrolled down to the comments section.