Taken from life. “My mother takes everything from me, even my children's things”: she gives everything to my younger sister

There was something missing again. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/eaaa95/620x0/1/0/2025/03/08/44xdtuiadiadqyfl3rc4s1wajuj alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (143,136,128.1)" > < p > I was looking for a son's jacket, the new one, which I bought him for the winter. She hung in the closet yesterday. Now there was no trace of it.

< p > I felt a friend in my stomach.

< p > It couldn't be accidental.

< p > It was again. < p > — Mom, where is the Kacper jacket ? & amp. I asked, looking her straight in the eye.

< p > stood in my kitchen as if nothing happened. As if she didn't do it hundreds of times earlier.

< p > — Oh, I borrowed it for ola.

< p > ola. My younger sister.

< p > she again.

< p > — You borrowed ? — I reacted & I was slowly, feeling anger in me. & Amp; MDASH; It was my son's jacket, mom.

< p > — Well, what ? Ola also needed.

< p > — But this is not her!

< p > waved her hand.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; You pick on. You can buy a new.

< p > I clenched my hands in my fist. < p > It wasn't the first time. < p > for years my things have disappeared & ndash; Clothes, cosmetics, little things that I got as a gift. At the beginning I thought that maybe I forgot, maybe I put something down somewhere.

< p > until one day I saw Ola in my dress.

< p > — Pretty, truth ? Mama gave me.

< P > Mama.

< p > She didn't ask. She did not think she should. < p > because for her my things were nothing.

< p > A things ?

< p > priceless.

< p > — Give me this & Amp; MDASH; I said hard now.

< p > — Don't overdo it. It's just a jacket! < p > — It's not about a jacket, mom! The point is that you take everything from me. Even what belongs to my children. < p > looked at me with a cool smile.

< p > — You exaggerate. You have always had too much and Ola less. I have to help her.

< p > — And me ?

< p > — You can handle.

< p > these words hurt more than all stolen things.

< p > I have always been the stronger for her. The one that can be picked up something, because & bdquo; < p > but I didn't want to be the one who always manages.

< p > — I will not let this more — I said quietly.

< p > mother only touched her shoulders.

< p > — You will not have m & oacute; what can I do.

< p > that day I made a decision.

< p > I didn't want to be a spare c & oacute; rky.

< p > I didn't want anything for her anymore.

< p > p < p > that it ceases to exist in my life.