Blue Sunday
Right now Grandmother, Aunt, Cousin and his mother are visiting Uncle... And the day has finally come to put things into order. I was called into the kitchen thirty minutes ago to testify in favor of something that mom said: last year we got our Christmas' allowance a couple of weeks before Uncle was shot. My brothers spent in in cellphones months after but I couldn't. I had to use it all buying groceries and in transportation because I had to help my family who was keeping vigil over Uncle when he was at the ICU. Apparently Mom and Grandmother are talking about "the past" and the elder outright denied any good-doings on my part and insists that no one stayed here, had breakfast/lunch/dinner here and that her Saint-of-a-Daughter (her eldest) wasn't helped at all by anyone, especially me. Mom is hurt by this, I saw it in her red face and as I returned to my little closet I almost cracked down and cried. I know what I did and you can ask all of my Uncle's and my two Aunt's. I spent that money because mom was out of the country and I had spent the grocery-money in regular shopping for the 4 of us (Mrs. Carmela, my siblings and me). Today will be the day when mom tells Grandma how she needs to adjust our income or else she's got to work and thus won't be able to take care of Uncle and by the looks of things it won't be pretty.
I'll update as soon as I have the full story.
For someone who commented so much on my good actions, Grandma sure hits hard.