Mom's eyes reddened, her voice cracking. "Over a little bit of money, you're going to throw a tantrum and abandon your own mother?"
I looked at her.
"Mom, I've taken care of you for twenty-five years. I've taken care of this family for twenty-five years."
"I'm tired. I can't do it anymore."
Before she could respond, I stood and walked into the bedroom to pack.
When I came out with my suitcase, they were all standing by the door.
Every one of them staring at me like I was a criminal.
Sylvester rushed forward and grabbed the handle of my suitcase.
"You can't leave!"
I looked him dead in the eye. "Why not?"
His gaze darted sideways. "You have to take care of Mom. She—"
I cut him off.
"Is she only my mother?"
"I've taken care of her for twenty-five years. Isn't it your turn?"
His brow knotted. "I've got a wife and kids to support. How am I supposed to take care of Mom?"
"Then bring her to your place. Let your wife and kids help."
"Are you out of your mind? Mom can't even take care of herself. Bringing her over would turn my whole house upside down!"
I laughed.
"Mom's been paralyzed for six years. I've waited on her for six years. Since Dad died, I've looked after her for twenty-five years."