My family consisted of my mother, father, me and my brother. My younger brother, moved to the city. I stayed with my parents. After a while, I got married. My brother also got married and became a father of two daughters. From time to time he came to me with his family. His eldest daughter grew up and visited us by herself. I was waiting with trepidation for the arrival of my niece. When my niece comes to visit me, I do my best to entertain her. On the eve of her departure we had a long talk. I expressed my dissatisfaction with her about the material expenses for her parents.
I just wanted to share. After all, she is my niece. We talked until late at night, and the next morning she handed me money, said that instead of gifts, “No need! We have enough!” I said decisively. “I would also like to help,” my niece was adamant. I don’t need money, but my niece really wanted to help. I thanked her and took the money. She left, and I was in a good mood, as I got to know my niece better and almost became friends. After that, my brother called me: “What were you thinking about when you took money from my daughter?
– I did not want to take it. She really wanted to help. Then my brother began to accuse me of taking advantage of her kindness. My attempts to explain that I didn’t ask for anything, that it was just my daughter’s desire to do a good deed, were met with a wall of incomprehension. “You should have asked me for money, not extorted it from my daughter,” he said. As soon as we finished the conversation, I transferred a double amount to his card. That was the last time I talked to my brother. I imagined myself in his place, what I would do if it was my daughter. But here it was the opposite.
