But then, he gritted his teeth and said, “Mom, right is right, wrong is wrong. I'm judging the situation, not the person. I'll stand by what's right, not just family ties. So, I think you should apologize."
I raised my arm and slapped him hard across the face.
Stunned, he clutched his face and stammered, “M-mom, why did you hit me?”
Meanwhile, Ivy was crying and making a ruckus. She then lunged at me, ready to claw me.
Without paying any attention to them, I opened the door and left. I refused to stay here any longer.
Sitting alone on a bench at the train station, tears silently streamed down my face.
Did Frank and Ivy really take me in to care for me in my old age?
Clearly, they just want me to be their free servant.
Every day, I cooked three meals, took my grandson to and from school and still went out at night to collect cardboard. But in their eyes, I was just a jobless woman who lived off them.
Were they really frugal and hardworking people?
Well, they went shopping every few days. Once, when I wanted to buy a pair of pants, they refused to take me, saying I was too old and shopping would tire me out.