If he knew how to cherish, could he forget every one of his wife's and child's birthdays?
If he knew how to cherish, could he shamelessly use the hard-earned money we worked for to support a mistress?
He was a small-time manager at a state-owned enterprise, with no real power and only a 4,000 dollars monthly salary. But the way he carried himself, you'd think he earned 400,000 a month!
He always manipulated my mother, telling her, "Go ahead and chase your dreams, I'm your solid support."
Ha! A 4,000 dollars support—was that enough to buy the mistress a handbag?
Thinking about it, I truly felt it wasn't worth it for my mom.
I called the lawyer and sent over the evidence and my mother's will.
First, I had to make sure there were no mistakes when dividing the assets.
My mother was gone. I couldn't let them get their hands on the money too.
After receiving my mom's death certificate, I immediately went to the bank to cancel her credit card.
Just as I stepped out of the bank, my mom's phone rang in my bag.
I pulled it out, and the caller ID said: "Husband."
I pressed answer, and on the other end came an aggressive barrage of questions.
"Why did you stop my card?"