While cleaning up my mom's phone for Christmas, a Year-in-Review popped up from her airline app. [2025 Annual Summary: 121 Flights, 170,000 Kilometers Traveled] I laughed out loud on the spot. She's afraid to even take the Greyhound bus to the next town. How could she fly alone? Just as I was about to uninstall the app, I accidentally clicked it open. [Frequent Destination: New York, Average Round Trip Every 6 Days] I froze instantly. My sister lives in New York. Disbelievingly, I tapped into the payment history. The $50,000 savings I entrusted to my mom... only $3.28 remained. In the dense list of transactions, round-trip tickets, fine dining, and luxury gifts appeared constantly. The latest transaction was a $12,000 luxury family trip to Hawaii for five. The note read: New Year with my baby daughter's whole family. My sister, her husband, even her in-laws were included. Only I was missing. I thought of the time I had acute appendicitis, curled up in the ER calling her. She sighed on the other end: "The hospital is so far, Mom is really afraid to go out alone..." Turns out, I was the only fool kept in the dark. I called the bank immediately: "This transaction was not authorized by me. Please help me charge it back." Chapter 1 Just hung up, Mom brought two plates of soggy potstickers to the table. A faint sour smell drifted up; who knows how long they've been frozen. Oblivious, she shoveled them into my bowl one by one. "The market downstairs is sold out, and you know Mom is afraid to go far..." "Let's just make do with this meal. Mom will definitely make you something good next time." My chest felt tight. Not for anything else, but since childhood, I was always the one "making do." Elementary school field trip, both bento boxes were stuffed into my sister's bag. I asked the neighbor to tell her I had no food, but Mom said she was too scared to go out. I starved for a day. In middle school boarding, I had a fever of 102 degrees. Contacted Mom, she said the school was too far, she was afraid to leave the house. But my sister's school was even further, yet she went three times a week, delivering clothes and snacks. Even during the SATs, I went to the city alone for the exam, and my document bag was stolen on the bus. I was frantic, begging Mom to send me my backup admission ticket. She said her anxiety flared up, getting dizzy as soon as she stepped out. I watched helplessly as I missed the exam. When it was my sister's turn, she personally escorted her to the exam hall. I asked her why she could go out for my sister. Mom clutched her chest, complaining: "My heart panics! It's all because your sister is spoiled, only knows how to trouble Mom!" "Ellie, luckily you are sensible, know how to be considerate of Mom." Because of the word "sensible." For so many years, I swallowed my grievances and chose to understand her. But now, the 170,000 kilometers flight record slapped me hard in the face. Heart felt like a big hole was punched through, cold air rushing in. The dumplings at my mouth were hard to swallow. Seeing this, Mom frowned and urged. "Eat up, it's mushroom and pork filling, isn't it your favorite?" I put down my chopsticks, looking straight at her. "Mom, I don't eat mushrooms. Chloe is the one who loves them." Hearing this, Mom's face changed. She sat down heavily, shouting: "I see it now, you just want to make me unhappy during the holidays!" "I serve you and you're still not happy, not even half as sensible as your sister!" The last bit of thought to defend her dissipated completely. Mom went straight to the living room and video called my sister. Voice came clearly. "Spending holidays with your sister is a sin!" "Spent half a day making dumplings for her, she won't eat a bite!" "Complaining I didn't make her a big meal!" In just a few minutes, my heart went cold again and again. Speaker on, my sister Chloe's sarcastic voice sounded: "Sis, Mom can't go far, you know that." "If you were really filial, you would take Mom out to a restaurant." Mom took over: "She doesn't have that heart! Came home for Christmas and didn't even buy anything!" "You even bought Mom a scarf!" The two accused me back and forth, giving me no chance to interrupt. I didn't buy things, but I gave a $1,000 red envelope. Chloe just bought a $19.99 scarf, and Mom was happy like this. Mom suddenly turned to glance at me: "It's the holidays, I won't bicker with you." "Buy me a new phone. I've used this one for years, GPS isn't accurate, easy to get lost when going out." "Sure." My tone was calm. "Didn't I leave a card with you for safekeeping? Just take it and buy one." Mom froze instantly. "Can't save anything! That's your savings, why touch it!" "Transfer me another $2,000, buy one for your sister too, as her New Year gift!" I sneered, piercing through them directly: "Not that you can't touch it, but it's all spent, right?" "The money you save from not flying to New York for a month is enough to buy a phone." Chapter 2 Mom was stunned for a few seconds, then retorted sharply: "What New York? You know I can't go far!" "You heartless thing, I kindly help you save money, and you accuse me!" She collapsed on the sofa, snot and tears flowing. Chloe followed suit: "Sis, look how you angered Mom during the holidays!" Listening to these black-and-white reversing words. I just felt a bit numb. I placed the bank card balance of $3.28 in front of them. "The $50,000 in the card, if you didn't spend it, did it evaporate?" Her tears stopped suddenly. Expression became weird. "No wonder you've been pulling a face, turns out it's because I spent a little of your money." "Since you know, transfer me another $5,000, treat your sister's family to a good meal." I felt utterly absurd. Mom became more self-righteous as she spoke. Just as I was feeling suffocated, the bank called. I put it on speaker. "Ms. Chen, we understand your request." "The detailed bill for the $12,000 charge has been sent to your phone. You can negotiate a refund with the travel agency." Hearing this, Mom exploded: "What are you doing? You dare refund my Hawaii luxury tour?" I looked at her expressionlessly. "I didn't spend this money, what's wrong with me claiming it back?" "Besides, didn't you say you can't go far? What Hawaii?" My tone was full of mockery. Mom turned angry from shame, ran to the door, threw my suitcase and clothes out. "Get out! Get out right now! Raising you is worse than raising a dog!" The door slammed shut in front of my eyes. On this reunion day, I suddenly realized, I have no home. The streets were festive, lights decorating everywhere. Wearing a down jacket, I felt bone-piercing cold. Three hours later, I returned to my assigned dorm. Just collapsed on the sofa, phone rang one after another. It was Aunt Sarah. "Ellie! Your mom had an accident trying to find you!" "It was her first time taking the subway, didn't understand the transfers, fell on the escalator, now in the city hospital!" Almost simultaneously, Mom posted a photo of her leg in a cast. She cried in the family group chat: "Ellie, where are you, come home quickly!" "Mom won't scold you anymore, Mom will spend whatever you want..." Relatives saw this and came out to blame me: [Ellie, this is wrong of you, running away from home during holidays] [Your mom is afraid of cars, found her way to the city for you, not easy] [She raised you sisters alone, and you ask her for money? What an ungrateful wolf!] I didn't speak. Just logged into the hospital app. There was indeed a medical record. [Common Cold] Nothing to do with injury. I laughed. I understood clearly what disappointment felt like. Seeing the group tagging me repeatedly. I suppressed the corners of my mouth, pulled out the bank statement and threw it into the group: [My mom is not someone afraid to go far] [She flies to New York twice a week on average to see my sister, 121 times a year] [The $50,000 I saved since graduation, all spent by her!] Chapter 3 The group went quiet instantly. A few minutes later, someone stood up to smooth things over: [Your sister married far away, your mom just couldn't let go, that's why she visited so many times] [Exactly! Why calculate so much within family] [Besides, your mom fell looking for you!] I didn't speak, posted another screenshot of chat with Mom when I was hospitalized for appendicitis. [Mom, my acute appendicitis acted up, can you come take care of me for a few days?] [Too far, Mom is afraid to go] Looking at the two lines, I felt tears blurring my eyes. Long suppressed grievances made me send a voice message directly: "Mom, you think a three-hour drive is far, but my sister is thousands of miles away, and you go whenever you want." "Are you afraid to go out, or do you just not care about me?" The group fell into silence. I suddenly felt so tired. Sent the last sentence. "My mom didn't fall at all, everyone rest assured, happy holidays." Attached the medical record screenshot. After doing this, I threw the phone aside and cooked myself a bowl of noodles. Until the phone dinged. The $12,000 travel refund arrived. I felt a bit better. Clicked WeChat, the small group of me, Mom, and sister already had 99+ messages. I didn't look, just muted them. Started clearing my shopping cart for myself. Five years after graduation, I lived frugally, still living in the free employee dorm. Actually, I knew Mom was biased. But I couldn't cut off the longing for family affection. From the first paycheck, I transferred living expenses to Mom. Varied at first, now fixed at $500 a month. Thinking back, this money probably all went into my sister's pocket. Thinking of this, I canceled the monthly automatic transfer. Now I really thought it through. Next second, a call popped up. It was my sister. Her tone was resentful: "Sis, I agreed with my husband and in-laws! We leave tomorrow! You refunded the money, how can I face them?" "I know, you're just jealous Mom didn't take you, right?" "How about this, you add your share of money, let's go play together." Listening to her charitable tone, I sneered: "Why? This money is enough for me to travel a dozen times myself." "My money, not a cent for you in the future." With that, I hung up directly. Missing the flight, I thought it would finally be quiet. But the next day, a friend sent a frantic voice message: "Ellie! Look at Facebook, your mom posted about you online!!!" I clicked Facebook. The cover was Mom's tearful face, the title piercing the heart: [Ten Years of a Mother PUA'd by Her Daughter] Chapter 4 My fingers trembled slightly. In the video, it was full of Mom's accusations against me. She said she is 67, stepped out of her small town for the first time, having been a free nanny for me before. As if thinking of painful memories, Mom shed tears while speaking. "Actually, I always wanted to go out and see, but I was afraid and didn't know how to take the bus." "Whenever I asked my eldest daughter, she would frown and say I was stupid, useless to learn, and embarrassing." "I fell into depression, feeling useless." After saying this, she showed a depression diagnosis report. Wiped tears, continued: "Thanks to my little daughter teaching me hand in hand, encouraging me, giving me courage to step out." "My condition slowly improved, able to enjoy convenient transportation, see the outside world." Next second, Chloe appeared in the lens. Mother and daughter cried holding each other under the sunset by the sea. Post released six hours, over 100k likes. Uninformed netizens were moved by this mother-daughter love. But more were attacks on me, the ungrateful wolf: [This eldest daughter treats the elderly as a nanny, and belittles her, how vicious!] [For every like on this comment, the eldest daughter gets hit by a car!] My DMs were stuffed with nasty greetings. Chloe called triumphantly: "Sis, how's the taste of being cyberbullied?" "If you reimburse the travel expenses for me and Mom, we'll put in a few good words for you, deal?" This is the sister I loved since childhood. I refused directly: "F*ck off." Soon my info was doxxed, seriously disturbing my life. I closed all social media directly. Until New Year's Day, the door was knocked. It was my boss with hot New Year's Eve dinner. What I didn't expect was. Mom not only didn't go home, but posted on Moments repeatedly to show off, big meals every time. But sister and her husband's combined monthly salary in New York is only a few thousand. Mortgage needs in-laws' subsidy every month. Where did Mom get the money to splash? Soon, I knew the answer. I received many collection calls and texts. She actually borrowed Payday Loans! I forwarded the texts intact to Mom. Next second, she shouted at top of her voice: "Anyway if you don't pay, I won't go back, they'll find you!" Her shameless tone made me angry. At this point, she still wants to manipulate me? Impossible. I pretended nothing happened, spent a lively New Year with my boss's family. Until the debt exceeded $100,000, collectors couldn't hold back. This morning, I was blocked by several burly men at the street corner. The leader looked fierce: "Your mom owes over a hundred grand, should have paid back long ago!" "Either pay, or we empty your house!" I honestly took them home. Opened the door, everyone dumbfounded. Room was empty. I took out the lease termination, spread hands helplessly: "Big brother, not that I don't want to help her pay, this house was sold last week, moved out long ago." "I really have no money to pay you, still living in the company." Looking at the bewildered debt collection gang. I kindly opened the map guide: "But my sister's family is quite rich, she lives in New York, and is filial." "Go find her, she will definitely give money."
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