At the New Year's Eve dinner, I proposed that my boyfriend and I should get a certificate in the spring and get married on May Day. My mother waved her hand and said, "Okay, then I will transfer the house that was demolished after the New Year and give it to you as a dowry!"
When I cried with joy, my sister-in-law, who had been busy all day, looked up and raised objections.
My mother rolled her eyes: "This is my house. His father is gone. I have the final say on who it belongs to. Now it's your turn to dictate? A hen that can't lay eggs!"
My sister-in-law threw the bowl and said, "Okay, then you and your family, big and small, pack up and get out of my house."
