There was no bride price. Afraid our daughter would suffer, we put up a million-dollar dowry ourselves, bought them a luxury condo downtown, and paid for the entire wedding out of our own pockets.
Summer said jobs were hard to find, so my husband stepped back and gave Desmond the general manager position at the company.
But neither of them ever showed a shred of gratitude. They even complained daily that we weren't as good to them as Desmond's parents were.
Eudora made her one batch of homemade ravioli, and Summer wept like she'd been shown the kindness of a lifetime.
Everything we did was just "expected."
Because our family had more money than theirs.
The more I thought about it, the less I could hold back. I turned my head away and cried.
My husband sighed and rested a hand on my shoulder:
"All these years, we spoiled her rotten."
"She doesn't understand what we've done for her. And Desmond, the way he's been running things at the company these past few years, he thinks I don't know."
"No talent, big temper. If I hadn't kept a tight grip on the reins, he would've driven the company into the ground years ago."