Who said it had to be the woman taking care of everyone? Wasn't Tyrone my grandma's son? If only my dad could share some of his mama's boy traits with Tyrone.
"Uncle Tyrone, Aunt Donna's free at home. Why don't you guys have this honor?" I suggested.
Tyrone looked at me with disdain. "Donna has to take care of your cousin at home. What would a little girl like you know?"
"By the way, Lydia, remember to transfer this month's nutrition allowance to my bank account. You skipped last month because of Mom's illness. I haven't told Kirk yet," he added.
Every month, our family had to give Tyrone two thousand dollars as a nutrition allowance because his son was the only male in our generation.
Looking at the faded clothes of my mother and me, I smiled at Tyrone, "Uncle Tyrone, you know all the money in our family is with my dad. Isn't it putting my mom in a tough spot to ask her for it?"
"Candace." My mom tugged at my clothes from behind.
She had been using her savings to pay this money. She didn't know that my dad had already taken all of it. What I said was just the truth.
She always felt guilty for not giving birth to a boy for the Giles family and was willing to pay this money.