My sister and I are pretty much alike. We both studied hospitality and catering, got married in the same year, and always lent each other a hand at work. But I suppose Ive always been a bit luckier. Somehow, I managed to be in the right place at the right time, climbing up to higher positions, earning more, and making valuable connections. My sister, on the other hand, stayed in the same job for years with no sign of a promotion in sight.
With the help of our parents, she eventually managed to buy a flat. They did a bit of redecorating and started considering further improvements; my sister was content with everything.
Last year, I had the chance to buy a decent used car from an acquaintance. He was upgrading to a new model and wanted to sell his old one quickly, so I took an interest. With my husbands support, I bought the car. He advised me to keep my old car as a backupanything can happen. But I decided to give it to my sisters husband instead.
Hes a clever chap, and Ive always liked him. Conversations with him are pleasant and engaging. I wanted to do something nice for my sister, to show I care, as I did when we were children. I wasnt looking for anything in return; all I wanted was to ask if they could use an extra car and find out when they could come and collect it.
When I popped round to explain, my sister seemed to be in a foul mood. She had some issues at work and turned rather grumpy.
Of course, theyre fine, she moaned. But we might have redundancies.
Her husband chimed in, Well, theyve just bought a new car. Not bad, given how tough things are these days.
What really convinced me they didnt deserve any gift, though, was an overheard conversation between my sister and her husband. I had been sent off to the lounge while they cleaned up in the kitchen, and my phone rang. I was about to answer it, but then I froze, overhearing their exchange:
Shes dreadful, my brother-in-law complained. Our parents spoil her too much. Shes just got a new car. Why bother when her old one was fine? If shes so well-off, she could help us out, rather than splashing out on cars.
Its worth mentioning that my parents never really helped me out much. If anything, my husband and I support them, not the other way round.
Shes always been like that, my sister replied. Always worrying about herself, never anyone else. She could think a little with that empty head of hers. We dont have time for guests.
Maybe I was wrong to turn up unannounced, but I didnt ask for dinnerit was their suggestion. I’d come with good news, but after hearing that exchange, I changed my mind. I dont like giving things to people like that. They smile to my face and, as soon as I turn away, start complaining that I only gave them a used car instead of buying a new one since I can afford it. Well, let them buy what they want themselves. On their own.
