A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later

"My mom has been brainwashing me with her "quid pro quo" rule. Apparently, I must work hard in earning money just to get whatever I want.A round of doing the dishes earns me 50 cents. Mopping the floor once grants me one dollar. If I get a full score in my exams, that'll be five dollars.In order to buy a pair of white sneakers that I had had my eye on for a long time, I spent three months picking up trash from the streets.I lived like a maid who was paid on one-time services in this home.When I was a high school senior, I fainted during my homeroom period due to long periods of malnutrition. Even though my doctor suggested to my mom to pay attention to my nutrient intake, she began calculating the costs in front of my sick bed instead."Your hospitalization costs 300 dollars. On top of that, you have a 200-dollar medical bill to settle. All of these costs will be reflected on your wedding gifts in the future, Emily."But when I turned my head, I saw a student sitting on the bed being fed chicken noodle soup by her own mother. Said mother was so heartbroken by her daughter's illness that she kept shedding tears as well.At that moment, my outlook on the world, that I had been maintaining for 18 long years, finally crumbled into dust.It turned out that not all children needed to work hard just to feel their parents' love.After getting discharged from the hospital and returning home, I finally sobered up the moment I noticed the sneakers that my younger brother, Arnold Baird, wore that cost several thousands of dollars.Then, I tore the family portrait into pieces and didn't hesitate to fill in the university that was located the furthest from home when it was time for me to submit my post-graduation details.Ten years later, my mom calls me on the phone. She starts crying to me how Arnold has swindled her out of her pension. Apparently, he's even sold the house just so he can elope with his girlfriend.Not only is my mom alone now, but she doesn't have a place to stay as well.I just smile as I throw her a piece of rag."You want to live with me, huh? No problem. You'll earn 50 cents for every window you wipe. You can earn your rent like this.""