He finally spoke. “Dad, come on, don’t make a scene here. You’re retired and have nothing to do all day. I just wanted to give you something to keep you busy.”
“I even pay you a salary. I’m doing this for your own good. What are you getting angry about?”
Hearing that, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and a cold chill ran from my feet all the way to my head. “Daniel, do you really think these 250 bucks are some kinds of charity to your own father?”
He tried to say something, but nothing came out, yet his expression already told me his answer.
My heart instantly sank.
I had spent my whole life teaching, finally reached retirement and had even signed up for a nationwide travel group.
Then my son called, saying his business was struggling and he needed my help.
I felt sorry for him, so I canceled the trip and didn’t even care about losing the deposit. Without a second thought, I packed a few clothes and came right away.
Every day I woke up at five in the morning to buy groceries and cooked for nearly a hundred people by myself. The smoke made me cough all the time.
After cooking, I had to wash the dishes and mop the floor. No one ever helped me.