I worked abroad for three years, sent money to my sister so that she could take care of my mother, but when I came home I saw the terrible conditions my mother lived in

I lived and worked abroad for three years. It was a difficult decision to leave my hometown, to leave my mother alone, but at that time I had no choice. I knew that my mother was no longer young, she had health problems. But my younger sister assured me that she would be there, that she would take care of my mother.

We agreed: I would send money every month so that my mother had everything she needed – food, medicine, payment of utilities. And my sister would just be there, look after her, help around the house. And so we lived for three years: I worked from morning until night, saved every penny, sent money and believed that my mother was in good hands at home.

This summer I decided to make a surprise. I didn’t tell anyone anything – neither my mother nor my sister. I bought a ticket, flew to my hometown and immediately went to our apartment. I had my old key in my hands. I inserted it into the lock, turned it – and the door opened easily.

I stepped inside and immediately smelled an unpleasant smell. But the real shock for me was what I saw in my mother’s room.

Mom was lying on the bed, covered with old rags. She was wearing a faded green T-shirt that once fit her well, but now hung like a sack. Her face was sunken, her hair had become completely gray, her skin had aged, as if ten years had been added to it in one day. There was chaos around the bed: some bags, dirty clothes, empty medicine boxes, papers, garbage. The smell was suffocating – a mixture of mold, medicine and a long-uncleaned room.

“Mommy…” I rushed to her. “What’s going on here? Why are you in such a state? I sent you money!”

She looked at me with a tired look and sighed heavily:

“Daughter… I was waiting for you so much. But all this time I lived alone. Your sister… she came rarely. I didn’t see your money. All I had was my pension. I bought medicine with it, a little food… And the rest – I did myself, everything myself.”

I could hardly believe my ears. It turns out that for three years, while I was working, sending every penny, my sister simply took this money for herself? She didn’t take care of Mom, didn’t buy food, didn’t pay for anything… and Mom kept silent, so as not to upset me.

I looked around. Everything became clear: my mother lived in complete poverty, just to avoid asking for help. She saved on food, bought the cheapest medicine, and wore clothes that were left over from the old days. There was no hint in the room that there was a person nearby who cared.

I hugged my mother and said:
– That’s enough. Now you are not alone anymore.

That same day, I decided that my sister should answer for what she did. She lived at my expense for three years – bought herself new things, went to restaurants, posted photos of a beautiful life, while our mother rotted in her own apartment. This is what I did. I’m telling my story, and you tell me if I did the right thing?

I sold the house that was once registered in my name, and the car – also mine. I immediately unfroze all the bank cards where I transferred money and transferred control to myself. My sister was left penniless.

When she found out, she called me hysterically. She screamed and threatened:

– What did you do?! How could you leave me without anything?! You have no right!

I answered coldly:

– Shut up. Otherwise, I’ll go to the police and tell them everything. About how you deceived me and abandoned my sick mother to her fate.

There was silence on the line. I knew she was scared.

My sister was left with nothing. And, to be honest, I don’t feel sorry for her.