You have no conscience, my daughter! To let a stranger live with your own sister! After my uncle returned my debt for a year and a half, I even began to give money to relatives against a receipt. And relatives were always begging at my place. Although they laughed at my lifestyle. No, I am not the daughter of millionaires, not the heiress of the inheritance. I was just frighteningly frugal. I froze chicken broth for soup, always turned off the lights when I left the room and, if there was hot water, washed in a basin by heating the water. I had an ultra-short haircut – so I saved on shampoos, balms and styling. I dressed in second-hand stores, bought products on promotions in stores and never allowed myself an instant “want”.
I do not deny, I looked like a homeless person in some ways. Only in a more or less well-groomed female version. I collected money like crazy. The thing is that I had a dream. I wanted to buy my own house. Small, with a small plot, but my own. To plant peonies under the window and drink tea in the gazebo under the apple trees. And that in the future my adult children and grandchildren would come to me. A gazebo, a small inflatable pool for children, swings. Lots of greenery, fragrant hay and goats. A kind of small pastoral paradise. I was walking to my goal. Of course, not by leaps and bounds, but still. While I was frantically counting every penny, most of my relatives and friends lived and did not deny themselves anything. Trips, parties, gadgets. And then almost everyone got married, had children and got into mortgages. That’s it, the fun life is over, long live the economy. Fired from work? Delayed salary? Your child is sick and you urgently need money for medicine?
There is a way out – call me. When my uncle borrowed my car for repair and disappeared for 1.5 years, I stopped trusting people in terms of “lend”. If you want to borrow – write a receipt and leave a deposit. The free shop has closed. More and more often I heard insults at my refusal to lend money. But I did not care. A few years ago I could afford to buy such a desirable house. But, every year the house in my dreams became bigger. Consequently, more and more money was needed for it. When I turned 33, it was high time to think about marriage and children, and I still could not get my dreams of a ridiculous house out of my head. A year ago, my sister borrowed a large sum of money from me. She and her common-law husband did not have enough for an apartment. And why take a mortgage if I have a wallet? I took a receipt and a passport from her. – In a few months it will be possible to sell the inheritance from my grandfather. I’ll give it to you right away! Four or five months is the deadline!” – my sister assured me. I believed her.
And since it is very difficult to live for several months without a passport with 2 children who often get sick, she exchanged the passport for a foreign passport. She never returned the money to me. They sold the inheritance, decided to make repairs and go on vacation. After all, “you only live once!” And my debt? – Wait! You still have no homeland, no flag, no family, no children. Why do you need money? My whole family begged me for money. And besides, I also found the perfect house for me. And I really needed the money. Everyone refused my offer to register a third of their apartment in my property. But the thirst for rest played its role – she agreed. I gave her a passport with a receipt and began to look for a buyer for a share in the apartment. Finally, I moved from my rented room to my house. My happiness knew no bounds.
And even numerous relatives, who reproached me at every step, did not hinder my joy.” – Sister’s tears will respond to you! Why should your sister live with a stranger or buy a share from him? The tenant even filed a lawsuit to get a separate room. What, could not you bear it? Was she thirsty for profit? You have no conscience to let a stranger live with your own sister! You are not my daughter anymore!” – my mother told me and ordered to delete her number and forget her address. … The neighbor from the house opposite began to pay attention to me. I think we are going to get married. Now I have beautiful dresses, new shoes and delicious food. At 35, I have just started to live! And my relatives – well, they did not pass the test of closing their wallets, I will live somehow without them.
