For 5 years, I – a single mother, brushed everywhere to raise three small children, and finally accepted a job as a maid for a well-off family in the city. The hostess is fastidious, nagging every bite of food, every drop of water, and the boss is quiet and quiet. I gritted my teeth and endured, as long as I had money to send back to my hometown.

The day my ex-husband fell ill and my three young children had to starve, I decided to take leave to go back to my hometown to take care of them. On the last night, when I finished cleaning, the boss quietly called me into his own room, thrust a thick stack of money into my hand, and said in a hoarse voice:

– “Take it, consider it as extra wages… go back to my hometown to take care of my children.”

I choked up and knelt down to thank you. Arriving at the bus station, he even saw him off, carrying a heavy bag, waving his hand as if to see off his relatives. I burst into tears.

But the car had just rolled for less than 30 minutes, the phone rang. On the other end of the line was the voice of the hostess shouting:

– “You return it to me immediately! That money is the family’s money, don’t think it’s easy to eat!”

I was shaking, sweating profusely, hugging my bag tightly, and before I could think about what to do, tears kept pouring out.

Just like that, I arrived in my hometown in a scattered mood. As soon as I put my back on the rickety bamboo bed for less than 5 minutes, the phone vibrated again. A brief message from a strange number left me dumbfounded:

👉“Sister, I’m the boss’s daughter. The amount of money my father gave me… not my mother’s money. That is the part he saves and leaves it to the last person to take care of his father. But you must know, you are in the emergency hospital, you can’t survive…”

I was stunned, my heart was pounding, the bill in my hand suddenly felt like a sharp thorn pierced my flesh…