Mom was already in her fifties and still worked as a cleaner and a dishwasher. She never said no to Jane, and I was sure she'd give Jane the money this time. And she'd blame me for turning Jane down.
Helplessly, I said, "I'll give you 300 dollars then..."
"That won't do. How about 800 dollars?" I heard the sound of pouring wine. "Christmas Day is around the corner. I wanna buy something for Mom and Dad."
I pinched the bridge of my nose and suggested again, "Don't be extravagant then. Making money isn't an easy thing."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're so annoying!"
The next second, she hung up the phone.
I saved the file on the laptop and transferred 800 dollars to Jane. She accepted it instantly and didn't thank me at all.
I sighed deeply, feeling helpless.
I was only two years older than Jane, but since we were young, our parents had spoiled her. They gave her everything she wanted, which made her more and more unruly. Now her temper was getting worse and worse.
I advised Mom to be stern to Jane so that she would focus on studying, yet Mom said, "You're her sister, and you can be the good student in our family. Take care of Jane, OK? That's what family does." I could only listen to her.