However, it always skipped my mother's mind that whenever Mateo needed to buy a new outfit or a pair of properly fitting shoes, the money to buy them came after my aunt begged her for it and yet, when it came to me, she would always say, "I don't have any money."
My aunt never had a job. Whenever she ran out of money, she would go straight to my mother. Not only that, she sent Mateo to live in our house, then she taught him how to take my things and how to ask for pocket money.
As a child, I had no concept of money. Plus, my mother would always whisper to my father and me about how hard life was for my aunt and her family. Over time, I began to believe it too. We were family, after all. We lived under the same roof. So, helping them out wasn’t a big deal … right?
It all changed when she deceived me. She told me the bank was pressuring us over the mortgage and that we were drowning in debt. She begged me to hand over my savings to help the family through an emergency crisis.
When I finally gave her everything that I had, then she turned her body and gave all the money to my aunt. She did it so my cousin, Mateo, had the money to study abroad.