Originally, my grandmother and I shared a room, while my younger brother and sister had another room. However, as my younger siblings grew older, it was no longer suitable for them to share a room.

So, it ended up with my brother living with my grandmother, and my sister staying with me.

Most of the time, they would play in my grandmother's room because my room was smaller, and I had more time to study alone, leaving me with no time to play with them.

But during that period, my brother and sister spent more time in my room.

Every day after school, when I entered the room, I would see my brother and sister sitting on the bed surrounded by snacks.

They would always gesture for me to keep quiet and then invite me to join them for a snack, but I would always refuse.

Perhaps it was my indulgence that allowed them to taste the sweetness, making them bolder.

Whenever mom wanted to question them, they would either run to my grandmother's room or, like last time, the three of us would cover for each other.

Eventually, mom stopped leaving money in that spot, even taking it with her when she went to shower.