Helplessly, I said, "I'll give you 300 dollars then..."

"That won't do. How about 800 dollars?" I heard the sound of pouring wine. "Christmas Day is around the corner. I wanna buy something for Mom and Dad."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and suggested again, "Don't be extravagant then. Making money isn't an easy thing."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're so annoying!"

The next second, she hung up the phone.

I saved the file on the laptop and transferred 800 dollars to Jane. She accepted it instantly and didn't thank me at all.

I sighed deeply, feeling helpless.

I was only two years older than Jane, but since we were young, our parents had spoiled her. They gave her everything she wanted, which made her more and more unruly. Now her temper was getting worse and worse.

I advised Mom to be stern to Jane so that she would focus on studying, yet Mom said, "You're her sister, and you can be the good student in our family. Take care of Jane, OK? That's what family does." I could only listen to her.

Due to years of indulgence, Jane had become more and more ignorant and incompetent.

She fell in love and dropped out of high school, and now she was with a bunch of cronies and didn't have a job.

When would she grow up?

While I was absent-minded, my phone buzzed.

I looked down and saw a message from my boyfriend, Cyril Parsons. [Chelsea, I'm downstairs at your company, and I brought some snacks.]

I was excited at once. I turned off my computer, picked up my bag, and headed straight for the elevator.

Cyril smiled and handed me the food box, "Are you hungry? Have some."

Sitting on the bench outside the office building, I opened the food box and said, "I thought you brought me barbecue..."

"It's too greasy and unhealthy, and it's too late. It'll affect your digestion," he smiled and hugged me.

I pouted. "Alright, Dr. Parsons."

Cyril was my first boyfriend, and I was his first girlfriend. We met and fell in love in college, and we had been together for seven years in the blink of an eye.

I had been trying to get a foothold in the big city, and he had been working hard, too. He was already an attending doctor at a young age and was beginning to make his mark in the medical world.

Cyril wiped the corner of my lips with a tissue and asked, "When do I get to meet your parents?"

I paused for a moment.

He ruffled my hair. "My mom really likes you and keeps urging me to marry you."