My older sister called and said she missed me, asking me to come to Shanghai and help look after her child. I dragged my suitcase into the second bedroom, which had been converted from a storage room. Every day, I got up at six to cook, take Duoduo to and from school, and handle all the household chores, even using my own money to make up for the grocery budget she gave me. Until one day, at the dinner table, my brother-in-law casually announced, "From now on, you have to pay 3,000 yuan every month for meals." My sister lowered her head and drank her soup without saying a word. I put down my chopsticks and booked a high-speed train ticket home for the early hours of the morning. Later, her mother-in-law called to insult my grandmother and posted on social media that I was lazy and only good at eating. Two years later, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my own company when my former brother-in-law came looking for a loan. I looked at him as if he were nothing more than a joke.