The door was opened, and it was my mother, who looked embarrassed. She spoke with a hint of reproach, "Why are you suddenly home? You didn't even make a phone call in advance."
I showed her the transfer interface and said, "The company has transferred several thousand dollars to me this month. I wanted to transfer more money to you guys, but you blocked me. I called Dad, but he hung up on me. If you don't believe me, ask him."
I looked up at my dad, who hesitated and tried to explain.
My mom's eyes lit up when she heard that I wanted to transfer money to her.
She took the suitcase from my hand and dragged me into the house, muttering to herself.
"I am presbyopic and I accidentally unfriended you. It's snowing heavily outside. Are you freezing? Have a few bites of hot food, and after you finish eating, I'll ask your dad to run a hot bath for you."
I remained silent for a long time.
My parents were farmers and had never used their eyes much in their whole life.
This year I bought them reading glasses. The doctor said they had very good eyesight and could read small print in books even clearer than me.