The Snack That Ended Our Blood Ties
Although I've bought my mom the golden bracelet that she's always wanted, she still looks glum.
"Honestly speaking, you really know how to take advantage of others. Previously, Henry treated us to some pancakes, but you still haven't wired him your share of the money."
While I have yet to register the meaning of Mom's words, my cheeks have already flared brightly out of embarrassment.
Mom continues, "Even though you've taken good care of our family, you're not as caring as Henry at all. In fact, you're no different than that of a caretaker."
I feel as though someone has dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on me. My mind keeps buzzing loudly the whole time.
Mom just rolls her eyes at me before picking out a gold necklace so that she can put it on Henry's neck.
"Give this necklace to Henry. Think of it as your way of making it up to him."
At that moment, my love for my mother finally dissipates.
Hence, I give the gold bracelet to my wife, Evelyn Gilbert. Then, I call the movers to move the new furniture into my home before having my mother's targeted medication discontinued.