"Your bracelet, Wendy's golden hairpin, Dad's leather shoes, Gerry's suit, and Jack's tablet are all gifts I brought this time.
"What is it? Are you saying that I don't even deserve a meal?"
I questioned her.
Mom fell silent for a moment.
My sister-in-law, Wendy Johnston, immediately rushed out, hands on hips, shouting, "What is it? Are you back this time to collect debts?"
"You have gone too far."
I replied coldly. Then I walked into the kitchen, glanced at my father, who had a stern face, then looked at my brother, Gerry Walsh, who was drinking with his head down, and asked him, "Gerry, is this how you repay me?"
From childhood, I had always doted on Gerry.
The teacher rewarded me with a piece of candy. I couldn't bear to eat it and brought it back to Gerry to eat.
He didn't have money to study, so I gave him some.
He didn't have money to get married, so I paid for it.
He said he would repay me.
"Ursula, don't be angry."
Gerry looked up at me and smiled. Then he winked at Wendy, telling her to fix some food for me. After that, he said to me, "If you want to eat anything, tell Wendy."
"I guess you aren't that ungrateful after all."