It’s not that Victoria has ever been greedy to others, but there’s something about her. She doesn’t like to spend herself. When she was younger and her only income was either pocket money or a scholarship, it was more or less understandable, but she’s almost thirty and won’t spend a penny on others.
This not only applied to me, but to her husband as well. She always moans when it’s his birthday because she has to spend on a gift, and she always takes everything at a discount so she doesn’t spend too much, even if it’s on someone she loves. Sometimes she feels sorry to spend money on herself, too. For example, last summer we went to the sea with her. I paid for the trip, we paid for the lodging together, but during the trip Victoria refused to go to any cafe, because “it’s cheaper in the supermarket. And then I, not wanting to save money on everything, would pay for dinner for the two of us. During the entire ten-day vacation Victoria bought something for the two of us once and paid for souvenirs home, but then she reminded me for a long time how much she had spent on us. I never said a word to her about the train I was paying for or anything else.
In mid-autumn I had a problem – because of the sudden cold snap pipes have not held and the bath began to leak. In order not to flood the neighbors, we had to urgently call a master, and it came out there a bit pricey. Turned to my daughter, as closer people I have not. Victoria from the shoulder gave money, supported, interested in how the repairs and so on. I thought that my little girl has finally grown up, and stopped counting the money. But how!
And not even a month has passed, and she in each of our little quarrel or an argument remembers how she gave me the money for repairs. I was already mad, I said that I would return it to her, because to reproach me for what she once spent on me – it’s porky. It’s not like I’m counting how much I’ve spent on her in her life, especially after she came of age. We’re family after all, we’re supposed to be there for each other, and money is the least we can do for each other.
I think I’d rather borrow money from the neighbors than ask my daughter, and now I hear how much she has done for me, and that I should be grateful to her for the rest of my life.
