She came again. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/bab44e/620x0/1/0/2025/02/24/bstovlsi2Cl9x3ooyigdgxdzdzdzdzdzdmgksr1ejn4.png" alt = "mother -in -law, source: pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (153,127,115.1)" > < p > stood in the threshold, holding the plastic ad in her hands, as if its content could defend it against my look.

< p > — Son, & Hellip; C & oacute; reczko & Hellip; you may have something on bills ?

< p > I sighed.

< p > The same again.

< p > — Mom, you had a retirement — M & oacute; Jer, before I could open my mouth.

< p > — I had, but & hellip; Mr. b & oacute; g needs more.

< p > I didn't even feel angry anymore.

< p > I was just sad.

< p > It has been the same for years & ndash; The mother -in -law gave all her money to the bones & ł.

< p > she has always been a believer, but since she was widowed, her life became one great donation.

< P >Each gold & oacute; wka, which received, landed in envelopes.

< p > for roof renovation.

< p > for new benches.

< p > for missions.

< p > for a priest who & ry & bdquo; so beautifully m & oacute; < p > and then & hellip;

< p > came to us.

< p > — We also have bills, Mom & Amp; MDASH; I said quietly.

< p > — I know, but & Hellip; you have more.

< p > I looked at her shoes.

< p > torn, leaky, dirty from mud.

< p > and then I remembered how a few days ago I saw her in the church, handing the envelope to the priest.

< p > — Bones & oacute; I asked bitterly.

< p > stiffened.

< p > — I don't understand what you want to say by it.

< p > — You know exactly what I mean.

< p > her face paled.

< p > — This is my money and I can do what I want with them!

< p > — Yes, but this is our money, which we still have to give you, because you gave your priest!

< p > m & oacute; Je husband grabbed my hand as if he wanted to calm me down.

< p > but I couldn't calm down.

< p > no, when I knew that tomorrow's mother -in -law would pull the envelope in the church again.

< p > and the day after tomorrow will come to us again.

< p > — Mr. B & Amp; Oacute; G sees everything & mdash; she said cold.

< p > — I hope — I replied. & Amp; MDASH; Maybe he will finally see how hurt your own family.

< p > did not answer.

< p > only Oprę & oacute;

< p > but I knew that & oacute; you

< p > because for the church she was a generous parishioner.

< p > a for us ?

We could not lift the weight that we could not lift.

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