I noticed that objects were disappearing in my sick mother's house, so I installed hidden cameras and what I saw shocked me.

I was rubbing the kitchen counter after another exhausting day of work, the light smell of bleach floating in the air.

The more time I spent cleaning my mother's house, the more angry I was with my younger sister, Jane. I had the impression that she had completely forgotten that it was also her mother.

This was not unusual for Jane. At school, she was unwise – she was fleeing, taking money in Mom’s wallet, dried classes. Yet, whatever happens, he was always forgiven.

Jane's intelligence seemed to excuse her flaws. She graduated with honours and a scholarship, and became the beloved child of the family.

Now, Jane only visited Mom when she wanted something – or perhaps to remind Mom of her presence so that her name would appear in the will. Meanwhile, I was dealing with the reality of mom disease.

I hired a nursing assistant, Nancy, but I couldn’t afford it on a full-time basis. After long hours of work, I cared for myself as a mother.

I asked Jane to help me, but she always refused to do so. "I'm busy with my work," she said.

But I knew she had been unemployed for months. I had a job, a husband and a son who also needed me.

"Value. called Mom from her room. His voice was high, almost panicked. "Valid, come here." ”

"I'm coming, mom. I replied by wiping my hands on a cloth. I entered his room and saw her standing near her chest of drawers. She was holding her jewelry box.

"My golden earrings are gone," she said, with her voice trembling.

"Are you sure you didn't put them somewhere else?" I asked, as I approached me.

"No. I haven't touched this box for a long time," said Mom. "I wanted to give you something special to keep, but when I opened it, the earrings had disappeared."

"Did anyone visit you today?" I asked, when I frowned.

"No. Nancy was on leave," said Mom. "Only Jane passed this morning. She just wanted to hear from me. ”

"I'll ask Jane," I replied.

"Don't do it," Mom said firmly. "Jane wouldn't fly. I don't want you to fight again. ”

"I'll be careful," I promised. "I just need to ask."

After Mom went to bed, I drove to Jane's apartment. My frustration was at its height. I knocked on his door and waited. It took some time, but eventually it opened.

"Hello, sister," said Jane. She walked away to let me in.

"Good morning," I replied, with a cold voice. I took a look in his living room. Empty delivery boxes and tools were scattered everywhere.

"Are you working on something?" I asked, showing the mess.

"Just a few things for work," replied Jane. "But you didn't come here to talk about that, did you?" ”

"Mmother's gold earrings are gone," I said bluntly.

Jane folded her arms. "And you think I took them." Of course. ”

"You're the only one who visited him today," I said.

"Why would I have taken his earrings?" "And Jane asked, with a sharp tone.

"Maybe because you're broke." Maybe because you need money for stupid stuff," I cracked.