Mom continued eagerly, "Someone with money. I don't want Jane to suffer. Oh, and someone with a good degree and a pretty face. Someone like Cyril. He's her type."
Looking at Mom's eager eyes, I felt upset.
She said she didn't want to see Jane suffer, but she always told me that girls should endure hardships since I was little.
I felt sick for no reason, and I replied coldly, "No."
"No? How could that be?" My mom was anxious. "You don't wanna help her, right? You're her sister. How come you don't care about her at all?"
I took a deep breath and said, "Today is about me. Have you cared about me at all?
"I already gave you money, but you wouldn't even buy enough food. What will Cyril think of me?
"And Dad asked for 150,000 dollars? Even our house isn't worth that much!"
Frustrated, I finally snapped and asked her sternly.
My mom was stunned for a moment, and then she cursed, "You ought to give us money! You're our daughter! You know my friend, Patricia Shorts? Patricia's daughter gives her all her wages! We're nothing but nice to you!"