The Stingy Man Kicked My Sister out with Nothing, But I’m the Queen of Stinginess

I’d always been careful with everything since I was a kid. I just didn’t want anyone to take advantage of me so easily.

One day, my aunt, Bianca, borrowed two sacks of flour from our family. When she returned them, the flour was lighter, a few pounds short. I waited at her door for three hours.

“You borrowed 700 grams, but you only gave back 412 grams? That’s a shortfall of $1.7 at the current market price,” I said flatly.

Another time, my cousin asked my mom to buy $16.8 worth of meat, but when she paid, she only gave me $14.