Sometimes, I would encourage my mother to remarry.
But my mother was too soft-hearted.
Whenever she thought about remarrying, my grandparents would cry and beg her to stay.
They said they had already lost their eldest son and couldn't bear to lose their daughter-in-law.
They said their younger son was useless, and if my mother left, they would just be waiting to die at home.
So, my mother chose to stay in that house and remained a widow.
Every day, she not only took care of my grandparents but also helped look after Sherman's daughter.
Sherman's daughter was my cousin, Whitney.
I knew that if I lost my temper, it would make things hard for my mother.
But I wasn't someone to be easily bullied.
While I couldn't directly yell at people, I could be sarcastic.
I sent a message: [Grandpa, isn't Uncle Sherman's wife gone because of his gambling? Besides, Uncle Sherman is in good health now; Whitney wanting to travel shouldn't be my responsibility, right?]
My grandfather replied: [Sherman hasn't worked in years. Where would he get the money?]