One day my cousin and I got married. I have two children, she has three. I have a wonderful husband, and she was unlucky with her husband. I feel sorry for my sister. I know that she needs help, it’s hard for her both physically and financially. Somehow I decided to give her my sons’ clothes.
I called her, agreed — and with three large bags I went to her. I didn’t forget to bring a cake and treats. My mom always said that you can’t go to a party empty-handed. We sat, talked, remembered our childhood, our school years. She thanked me, and I went home. A week later, in the morning, I was taking my son to school when I saw an old woman selling various things at the market.
For the sake of interest, I came up to see what she was selling, and suddenly noticed a familiar thing. I came over to get a better look. And I found out: it was my son’s winter jumpsuit, which I gave to my sister. I asked the price – she called and clarified. I recognized my sister’s voice. Then the saleswoman said that there were also other children’s things – and opened the box.
There were all those things that I gave to my sister a few days ago. And I thought she needed help. At first I wanted to call my sister and ask why she put it all up for sale? It hurt me to see my sons’ belongings in someone else’s hands. But, on the other hand, I understood that these things were not mine. She could have thrown them away, and then I would have seen this jumpsuit in the trash container. I didn’t calm down, but still didn’t dare to call my sister. Maybe I offended her in some way? I do not understand what is happening to me: they did not consult with me and began to dispose of things as they wanted without my knowledge. Or did I finally see these signs of my kindness?
