My mother curled her lips and said nonchalantly, "Okay, go back. I'm cured now. Next time you come, be more sensible. You only have one brother and one nephew. Why don't you use your money to help them? Are you saving it for an outsider?"
When she mentioned the word "outsider," my mother glanced at my daughter, intentionally or not.
I finally couldn't stand it anymore:
"How can my own daughter become an outsider? So I've always been an outsider in your eyes, right? Okay, then I'm leaving. Don't even think about coming back to this house!"
With that, I grabbed my daughter and slammed the door, leaving without a backward glance. While driving, I called my husband:
"Cancel the card I used to transfer money to my mom every month!"
"And don't worry about my nephew transferring schools next semester!"
