My Mom's Family Credit Bank
My mom has a Family Credit Bank.
Every second spent breathing in this house needs to be redeemed with credits.
She established a rule: all chores, achievements, and good behavior in the family can be converted into "Family Credits," which can be used to redeem pocket money, gifts, or privileges.
She would always lovingly stroke my head and my sister Chloe Forrester's, saying with a smile, "Mom is the fairest. In this family, you reap what you sow, and everyone is equal."
But under this supposedly "absolutely fair" system, I became the one in this family drowning in debt.
To redeem a train ticket for a training camp, I saved up credits for half a year, washing my hands until the skin peeled off.
But Chloe Forrester, just for complimenting Mom's braised pork at dinner, received a huge amount of credits for "providing emotional value" and immediately redeemed the drawing tablet I had been dreaming of for three months.
I frantically went to look through the black ledger.
The latest page read:
Elara Forrester: First place in the school-wide mock exam, +2 Credits. Note: Just doing your duty, to prevent arrogance.
Chloe Forrester: Poured Mom a glass of warm water, +100 Credits. Note: A true comfort, so considerate.
Elara Forrester: Failed to respond to Mom's call in a timely manner, -500 Credits. Note: Terrible attitude, an ungrateful viper.
When I confronted my mother with the ledger, she dropped her loving facade and looked at me coldly:
"Elara Forrester, for questioning the bank's authority, your account is frozen for three days. You've disappointed me so much. You have no idea what a family is."
In that moment, I finally understood. This wasn't a bank; it was a slaughterhouse built just for me.
Since you all love to keep accounts, then let's settle the score for this entire lifetime, all at once.