9. My Mother Finally Came Home

About twenty minutes later, I heard the front door open.
My mother walked into the house carrying a shopping bag.
She stopped when she saw me sitting at the kitchen table.
“Why are you home so early?” she asked.
I looked at her without answering immediately.
Then I pointed toward the bowl.
“Mother, did you give Hue this food?”
She glanced at it.
For a moment, she seemed surprised.
Then she shrugged.
“What’s wrong with it? It’s still food.”
I felt my jaw tighten.
“She has just given birth. She needs proper meals.”
My mother placed her shopping bag on the counter.
“Don’t start lecturing me. I raised children before you were born.”
“That’s not what I’m asking.”
She sighed impatiently.
“Your wife is too sensitive. She doesn’t understand how much everything costs.”
I looked at the shopping bag she had brought home.
Then I asked the question I had been holding back.
“What happened to the money I send you every month?”
Her expression changed.









