Out of My League

I opened my eyes again and saw my familiar home, still untouched by the fire that would later destroy it.

Downstairs, I heard my uncle, my aunt, and my mom chatting.

I didn't need to guess their purpose. They came for money. Their visits to ask for cash over the years were too many to count on both hands.

Every time, my mom handed over the money, even though it vanished like water, never to return.

My dad, always busy with work and earning well, left household matters to my mom.

Year after year, half of my dad's earnings passed through my mom's hands to my uncle's family.

Whenever my uncle ran out of money, he came to my mom, and she gave it to him without question.