My mom met a 27-year-old woman at the Serenity Center. She was on the phone with this woman constantly, sending her money, booking hotels for her, picking her up from the airport. We didn't approve, but to keep Mom from getting upset, we let her be. Chalked it up to charity. But I was only away on a business trip for three days. When I came home, there was a tanned, petite woman calling me "big sister." The more my brother and I looked at her, the more we thought she was a con artist. So we gave her a few thousand dollars and told her to get a hotel room. But she tearfully hid behind my mom, timidly saying, "Mom, do my big sister and brother not like me? Maybe I should just go back to the Center…" Mom’s face hardened as she looked at us. "She is the reincarnation of my daughter! Who dares to send her away!" ... My mom went to a well-known Serenity Center in the city every week to meditate for an afternoon. Usually, my brother Leo and I would take turns going with her. This week, as luck would have it, I had an urgent meeting, and Leo’s girlfriend, Lily, was in the hospital. So Mom went by herself. She’s in her fifties, healthy, and there’s a police station near the Center. We felt okay letting her go alone. But I never expected that one trip would lead to three sleepless nights for her. In the middle of the night, I got up to use the bathroom. And I heard Mom's voice. Her tone was so gentle. Just like when I had appendicitis and was hospitalized, and she stayed by my bedside, comforting me. I was curious. Who was she talking to on the phone? I instinctively lightened my steps and hid behind the wall to listen. "Sweetie, don't be scared. I'll come be with you tomorrow." "You said I'm like a mother to you, how could I possibly leave you there all alone?" "What would you like to eat? I'll make it and bring it over." Through the reflection in a mirror, I saw Mom grinning from ear to ear, like she’d eaten honey. Something wasn’t right. Seeing she was about to get up, I quickly ducked back into my room. After she got up, she didn’t go back to her bedroom but went to the kitchen and started kneading dough. I was floored. Who on earth was on the other end of that call? Mom hadn’t cooked in over ten years! Usually, Dad did all the cooking. Unless Leo or I were sick, she wouldn’t set foot in the kitchen. Her strange behavior shocked me. In my shock, I didn’t even realize I’d walked into the living room. "Mom, what are you doing up so late?" My brother, Leo, suddenly came out of the bathroom, rubbing his eyes, startling both Mom and me. Mom slipped off her slipper and whacked him with it. "You little rascal! You scared me to death!" Done, she turned back to the dough in her hands, that same smile reappearing on her face. I inexplicably shivered. "What’s it to you what I’m doing? Get back to bed!" "Do I need to report to you if I want to bake some cinnamon rolls for myself?" Mom loves pastries, which is why we always have flour at home. Leo bought it. I quickly pulled him into his room. "You need to keep an eye on Mom. She was just on the phone with someone, and whoever it was said they wanted cinnamon rolls!" "Whoa! No way! Is Mom... got a secret admirer or something?!" Hearing that, I couldn’t help but smack him too. "Dad's not dead yet!" "Anyway, just pay attention. I'm busy lately." He’s a novelist, so he’s usually at home. Seeing my serious expression, he nodded repeatedly, promising to keep an eye out. The next day at noon, my phone started blowing up with calls from him. "Sarah! Something's really up with Mom! She went to the Serenity Center again today!" "And she was carrying three large food containers!" "And she was muttering something like, ‘You poor thing, you finally found me. I’ll take good care of you!’" Leo’s voice was trembling; he sounded genuinely freaked out. After all, nothing ever changed Mom's rule of going to the Center once a week. Even if she were bedridden, she’d make us take her. Never early, never late. I instantly connected this to how she’d been giggling at her phone for the past three days. "Follow her. See who she’s meeting." "Best if you can get a picture." My mom met a 27-year-old woman at the Serenity Center. She was on the phone with this woman constantly, sending her money, booking hotels for her, picking her up from the airport. We didn't approve, but to keep Mom from getting upset, we let her be. Chalked it up to charity. But I was only away on a business trip for three days. When I came home, there was a tanned, petite woman calling me "big sister." The more my brother and I looked at her, the more we thought she was a con artist. So we gave her a few thousand dollars and told her to get a hotel room. But she tearfully hid behind my mom, timidly saying, "Mom, do my big sister and brother not like me? Maybe I should just go back to the Center…" Mom’s face hardened as she looked at us. "She is the reincarnation of my daughter! Who dares to send her away!" 1 My mom went to a well-known Serenity Center in the city every week to meditate for an afternoon. Usually, my brother Leo and I would take turns going with her. This week, as luck would have it, I had an urgent meeting, and Leo’s girlfriend, Lily, was in the hospital. So Mom went by herself. She’s in her fifties, healthy, and there’s a police station near the Center. We felt okay letting her go alone. But I never expected that one trip would lead to three sleepless nights for her. In the middle of the night, I got up to use the bathroom. And I heard Mom's voice. Her tone was so gentle. Just like when I had appendicitis and was hospitalized, and she stayed by my bedside, comforting me. I was curious. Who was she talking to on the phone? I instinctively lightened my steps and hid behind the wall to listen. "Sweetie, don't be scared. I'll come be with you tomorrow." "You said I'm like a mother to you, how could I possibly leave you there all alone?" "What would you like to eat? I'll make it and bring it over." Through the reflection in a mirror, I saw Mom grinning from ear to ear, like she’d eaten honey. Something wasn’t right. Seeing she was about to get up, I quickly ducked back into my room. After she got up, she didn’t go back to her bedroom but went to the kitchen and started kneading dough. I was floored. Who on earth was on the other end of that call? Mom hadn’t cooked in over ten years! Usually, Dad did all the cooking. Unless Leo or I were sick, she wouldn’t set foot in the kitchen. Her strange behavior shocked me. In my shock, I didn’t even realize I’d walked into the living room. "Mom, what are you doing up so late?" My brother, Leo, suddenly came out of the bathroom, rubbing his eyes, startling both Mom and me. Mom slipped off her slipper and whacked him with it. "You little rascal! You scared me to death!" Done, she turned back to the dough in her hands, that same smile reappearing on her face. I inexplicably shivered. "What’s it to you what I’m doing? Get back to bed!" "Do I need to report to you if I want to bake some cinnamon rolls for myself?" Mom loves pastries, which is why we always have flour at home. Leo bought it. I quickly pulled him into his room. "You need to keep an eye on Mom. She was just on the phone with someone, and whoever it was said they wanted cinnamon rolls!" "Whoa! No way! Is Mom... got a secret admirer or something?!" Hearing that, I couldn’t help but smack him too. "Dad's not dead yet!" "Anyway, just pay attention. I'm busy lately." He’s a novelist, so he’s usually at home. Seeing my serious expression, he nodded repeatedly, promising to keep an eye out. The next day at noon, my phone started blowing up with calls from him. "Sarah! Something's really up with Mom! She went to the Serenity Center again today!" "And she was carrying three large food containers!" "And she was muttering something like, ‘You poor thing, you finally found me. I’ll take good care of you!’" Leo’s voice was trembling; he sounded genuinely freaked out. After all, nothing ever changed Mom's rule of going to the Center once a week. Even if she were bedridden, she’d make us take her. Never early, never late. I instantly connected this to how she’d been giggling at her phone for the past three days. "Follow her. See who she’s meeting." "Best if you can get a picture." Not only was she going to the Serenity Center every day, but she was also frequently transferring money to that person. Day and night, she was glued to her phone, chatting with them, staying up past 3 a.m. for several nights. She wouldn't listen to anyone. The worst time, she argued with Dad and almost packed her suitcase to go find that woman. We understood her feelings. When she was pregnant with that child, she had severe morning sickness. On top of that, my grandparents didn’t want the baby and even said if she had it, they wouldn’t help her during her recovery period. She had no choice but to terminate the pregnancy. In reality, she felt immense guilt about that child. That's why this woman could so easily prey on her weakness. This day, Mom didn't even eat. She grabbed her phone and rushed out. It was the weekend, so our whole family got in the car and followed her, all the way to the airport. Unexpectedly, she was prepared, deliberately walking through crowded areas. Five minutes later, we lost her. Dad was furious. "Someone definitely coached her! When did she get so smart?" We had no choice but to go home and wait for her return. We waited until ten o'clock at night. Dad was so angry he couldn't eat a bite. When Mom came back looking thrilled, he was trembling with rage. "You fool! One day you'll be sold and still be happily counting the money!" Mom didn't care at all, smugly waving her phone in our faces. Huge letters: 【CashApp: $1,500 Received.】 "Honestly, some people always think the worst of others!" "I told you, my Chrissy isn't a liar. Not only did she transfer back all the money I gave her before, but she even added a little extra!" "Told me to buy myself something to build up my strength!" This person was either genuinely good, as Mom said, or a very skilled con artist! Dad’s face was dark. "Then what were you doing at the airport today?"
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