Cut Off the Leeches My Brother’s Fake Gifts Ruined Them All

My mother had a "bad memory"—every time she asked me to buy something, she conveniently forgot to pay me back.

I never minded. Not until the day before New Year, when I overheard her talking to my sister-in-law.

"Have Tania Fox pick up your family's New Year goods too. Oh, and that gaming console my precious grandson wants. She won't ask for the money anyway—might as well save your household a few dollars."

My blood ran cold.

So it wasn't that she forgot. She just saw me as her personal ATM.