On Mother’s Day, my millionaire son came to visit me with flowers and gently asked if I was satisfied with the 5,000 dollars that my daughter-in-law, Clara, sends me every month. I softly replied, “Son, these days the church is the one feeding me.”

On Mother’s Day, my son, a young, wealthy, and busy businessman, came to visit me holding a bouquet as bright as the Sunday morning. He placed it on the table, looked at me with a gentle but distant expression, and said, “Mom, my wife still sends you five thousand dollars every month, right? I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

I froze. My heart started pounding.

Five thousand dollars?

For the past eight months, I had been living on food packages from the church and small donations from kind neighbors.