They Chose the Nanny, I Chose to Stop Funding Them
During the holiday, I make a rare trip back to my hometown. After dinner, Dad orders me to wash the dishes.
I pause for a moment and ask, "Do we not have a caretaker at home?"
Mom frowns and says, "Julia works so hard taking care of us every day. Since you are back, you should let her rest. You should be the one doing everything."
I fail to fathom the logic behind her reasoning.
So, I argue, "I am paying her to be a caretaker here. Is this not exactly what she is hired to do? How does it make sense that I pay and still have to do the chores myself?"
My words make the caretaker, Julia Woodard, cry. My parents get angry at me too.
The frown on Mom's face becomes even more pronounced. "What's the point of raising you? We barely see you all year. You are not as thoughtful as Julia! At least she stays by our side every day."
Dad points at me and scolds, "You might as well stop coming back. From now on, Julia is our real daughter! Go do whatever you want!"
I let out a helpless laugh.
I am busy working away from home, but I send a large amount of money back every month and even fork out extra money to hire a caretaker for them. But in the end, they think her as their caring daughter and shower her with affection instead.
If that's the case, I'll stop sending money and see whether Julia will still act like their "daughter" for free.