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My son is in the second year of junior high, and my daughter is in her first year of university.
Our family earns just over ten thousand a month, and my younger son is at a critical age where he needs money.
My eldest daughter actually had the nerve to ask for two thousand for living expenses. Why doesn’t she just go rob a bank?!
Students these days have no conscience! They never think about helping out the family even a little.
We are just an ordinary family; we can't afford to raise a spoiled princess!
I was stunned and clicked on the image.
It was a post made by my mother.
I noticed that she was using my profile picture. No wonder she could post online to attack me. She was using my account.
I suddenly felt cold all over.
After a while, I nervously typed out a message: "Mom, why did you post using my account?"
Mother replied instantly: "What else should I do? Let others laugh at me?"
"But this is my account!"
"You are my child; can’t I use your account?"
"Besides, if I don’t post, won’t you be embarrassed?"
"Just look at your roommates; none of them get less than a thousand for living expenses. Why are you so precious?!"
"If you really care about us, reduce your living expenses to five hundred and be self-sufficient instead of always asking for money!"
I was shaking with anger.
Reduce living expenses and be self-sufficient—sounds nice in theory.
But who was it that once promised me, "Xiao Chang, just focus on your studies; you don’t have to worry about living expenses"?
And who cried poor every time we spoke on the phone: "Xiao Chang, your dad and I don’t earn much; you need to save money"?
"Who is it again, always hesitating when it comes to money? 'Xiao Chang, we really have no money left, you should save a bit.'"
I exited the chat window and opened Taobao.
I canceled the order for the bedding set I had reserved.
My roommate asked why I canceled, and I made up an excuse, saying the bedding set was too thick and I couldn't sleep well.
My roommates expressed their envy: "That's nice! My mother only allows me to call home twice a week, and each time for no more than ten minutes."
I forced a smile and remained silent.
Suddenly, I remembered overhearing two teachers chatting last time when I was paying my tuition fee.
"Now many disadvantaged students are benefiting from policies, and funding is increasing. Why haven't I ever encountered that?"
"Those disadvantaged students come from genuinely poor families. You, on the other hand, are a second marriage with a child; how can you compare?"
"Yeah, that's true. But the funding really is increasing; our school has several spots available every year."
"Right, but our school also has student loans that you can apply for."
I pondered for a moment and opened the school's website.
After searching for a while, I found the application page. However, the requirements were clearly laid out in various stipulations.
My parents are in a second marriage and I have a younger brother; there's no way I could qualify. As for the disadvantaged students' funding, that was definitely out of my reach.
I sighed.
There are far fewer truly disadvantaged students than one might think. Nowadays, many families are doing fine; a lot of kids would rather tighten their belts than apply for funding.
After all, the spots for funding are limited—too many applicants for too few resources.
I closed my laptop, contemplating where to look for part-time work.
The counselor said, "It's tough to find part-time jobs now; everyone wants to make money—too many monks and not enough porridge."
"Why don't you go apply at the cafeteria?"
"The work at the cafeteria is tough—serving food, washing dishes. You can earn about seventy or eighty in a day."
I thought for a moment and nodded.
The counselor handed me a phone number. "Call this number and mention my name; he's a friend of mine."
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