"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.
"Mom, this is money for the Giles family's only grandson. If you give the money to him, my dad will miss the chance to show his devotion," I said, stressing the tone. Tyrone was satisfied with my words.
"Uncle Tyrone, you should go to the ward now. The surgery is tomorrow. Make sure they rest well," I added.
As my mom watched Tyrone hurry away, she muttered, "I should pay this money."
I glanced at her guilty face and said, "Mom, go home and look for your bankbook."
