I sat at the table, holding a bank letter in my hands. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/d4d5d4/620x0/1/0/2024/10/12/ykoerokjhbxev5jkgtxb6hko70vmcpvgnsad3qke.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (161,144,137,1)" > < P > My pension has just received the account. I should enjoy this moment & ndash; I finally worked all my life to have a spok to be provided to the old age.

< p > but I haven't had peace for a long time.

< p > The phone rang exactly at 10:05. As every month.

< p > — Mom ? — The voice of my C & Amp; Oacute; Rki was sweet, but I already knew what I would hear.

< p > — Yes, darling ?

< p > — You know & Hellip; I had a little more expenses this month. You can transfer your retirement ?

< p > I sighed hard.

< p > — Marysia, I have already mai -& oacute; that I had to have something to live & hellip;

< P >& Amp; MDASH; You have savings! & Amp; MDASH; Its tone immediately became sharp.

< p > — It's for a rainy day & hellip;

< p > — Mom, but I have a rainy hour now!

< p > It wasn't the first time.

< p > Since I retired, my C & Amp; Oacute; Rka treated me like her piggy bank. Each time she had a new power oacute; d: bills, school for children, car failure, unexpected expenses. And the same m & oacute; was the same:

< p > & ampquo; mum, you won't sit on this money! You have them for me, truth ? & ~ rdquo;

< p > True ?

< p > — I can't give you the whole pension, Marysia.

< p > — So how much can you ? — she asked cold.

< p > I felt a prick in my heart.

< p > — You don't understand & Hellip; I need this money to live normally.

< p > — Live ? — She laughed bitterly. & Amp; MDASH; After all, you sit at home for days!

< p > I clenched my fingers on the phone.

< p > — Marysia, I raised you. I devoted everything to you. And now you don't even ask if I miss something. Only every month you reach out for my money.

< p > — You know what ? — Her voice suddenly became cold as L & Amp; Oacute; D. & Amp; MDASH; You are terribly selfish, mom.

< p > I felt my tears to my eyes.

< p > — Selfish ?

< p > — Yes. You only think about yourself.

< p > After these words I heard the signal of the ending.

< p > I put the phone on st & oacute; and my hands were trembling.

< p > I looked at the bank from the bank.

> for retirement, which I was supposed to take myself.

< p > but in fact someone took her away long ago.

< p > and took me something more.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116