For three years I worked abroad, sending money to my sister so she could take care of our mother 😢😢.
Those three years weren’t easy—I had to leave my hometown, my family, and most painfully, my mother. She was already elderly and had health problems, but my younger sister promised she would stay close, help around the house, and look after her.
We made an agreement: every month I would send money to cover everything—food, medicine, and bills—while my sister simply needed to be there to support our mom. And so it went on: I worked day and night, saved every penny, sent the money, and believed my mother was in safe hands.
This summer, I decided to surprise them. I told no one—neither my mom nor my sister. I bought a ticket, flew home, and went straight to our apartment with my old key. The door opened easily.
The moment I stepped inside, I was hit with a foul smell. But the real shock came when I walked into my mother’s room.
My mother was lying on the bed, covered with old rags. She wore a faded green T-shirt that now hung loosely on her frail body. Her face was thin and sunken, her hair completely gray, her skin aged as if she had grown ten years older overnight. The room was in chaos—bags, dirty clothes, empty medicine boxes, papers, and garbage everywhere. The air was heavy with mold, medicine, and neglect.
– “Mom…” I rushed to her. “What happened? Why are you like this? I was sending you money!”
She looked at me wearily and sighed:
– “My dear… I waited for you so much. But all this time, I lived alone. Your sister… she rarely came. I never saw the money you sent. I survived only on my pension—enough for medicine and a little food. Everything else, I managed by myself.”
I could barely believe my ears. For three years, while I was working and sending every penny home, my sister had been taking all the money for herself. She hadn’t cared for our mother, hadn’t bought her food, hadn’t paid the bills… and my mom had stayed silent so as not to burden me.
I looked around the room again. Everything made sense now: my mother had been living in misery, stretching every coin, buying the cheapest medicine, eating the bare minimum, wearing old clothes. There was no sign that anyone cared for her.
I hugged her tightly:
– “It’s over. You’re not alone anymore.”
That very day, I decided my sister had to pay for what she’d done. For three years she had lived off me—buying new clothes, going to restaurants, showing off her fancy life online—while our mother was left to rot in her own home 😢😢.
Here’s what I did. I sold the house (which was in my name) and the car (also mine). I froze and reclaimed all the bank cards I had been transferring money to. My sister was left with nothing.
When she found out, she called me screaming hysterically:
– “What have you done?! How could you leave me with nothing?! You have no right!”
I answered coldly:
– “Shut up. Or I’ll go to the police and tell them everything—how you deceived me and abandoned our sick mother.”
Silence followed. I knew she was afraid.
Now, my sister has nothing. And to be honest—I don’t feel sorry for her.
