The Cheapskate Daughter

Summary

I was taking my mom to a U-Pick farm for fresh cherries when she suddenly dropped a bomb.

"You know, you're actually kind of cheap."

I looked up, a bit slow on the uptake, and stared at her. "Why would you say that?"

"I mean, sure, you have money, but sometimes you really don't measure up to your sister."

"To put it plainly, you're a penny-pincher."

She emphasized the words, her tone dripping with righteous indignation as she repeated herself.

"Sometimes you look generous. You give me cash, you buy the groceries and household stuff. But you never take me out to eat at nice restaurants.