You’ll Thank Her For This Later, Kiddo
My two younger siblings… don’t get along. My sister and brother bicker like cats and dogs. And they both never pass up an opportunity to screw each other over.
It’s Chinese New Year, and the entire family is at the Reunion Dinner. Traditionally, during this time, the older relatives will give Ang Pao, or red envelopes filled with money, to the children.
Given the sheer number of relatives we have — many of whom are fairly rich and generous — we individually rake in at least a thousand bucks in cash from the Ang Pao every year.
Naturally, given the risks of children carrying around huge sums of cash, our parents insist that until we are teenagers, we three siblings must immediately pass the cash to them and that they’ll deposit the corresponding amount of money into our bank accounts. (And even after I was thirteen, I kept passing the money for deposit until I was seventeen.)
But of course, as an eleven-year-old boy, my brother perceives this as his parents essentially “stealing” his “hard-earned” money and hiding it away, only giving out a pittance for his allowance. Never mind that [Brother] will waste it all buying trading cards if we do actually give it to him.
Anywho, we’re at the Reunion Dinner, and my siblings and I rake in the cash, as usual.
My brother is desperately hiding it from our parents, clutching his Ang Pao like babies, refusing to even let go of them to pick up cutlery.
Sister: “Hey, how about I hold onto your Ang Pao for you? I’ve got a handbag.”
Brother: “No! You’re just going to give it to Mommy!”
That’s a fair suspicion. [Sister] has done that trick at least thrice before, patiently waiting as the party drags on and [Brother] tires out, before surreptitiously handing the money to Mom while he’s dozing in the car.
Sister: “She won’t take it. She can’t take it from me. I’m already over eighteen.”
Brother: “No! You’re still going to give it to Mommy anyway!”
Sister: “I’ll pinky promise you.”
Brother: “No!”
Sister: “All right, I promise that if I ever give those Ang Pao to Mommy, I’ll give you my PC.”
Now, [Brother] perks up. [Sister] has just splurged a huge chunk of her savings on a custom-built, top-of-the-line gaming PC. It’s the envy of the entire family, especially [Brother], who has coveted one for years.
Naturally, I smell something fishy, and it’s not the seafood we’re eating. And from the looks of the rest of the family, they smell it, too. As I previously said, neither of my younger siblings will pass on an opportunity to screw each other over. So, everyone, including [Brother] himself, knows that the person who wants to steal [Brother]’s cash the most in the entire party is [Sister].
But at the same time, say what you will about [Sister], for all that she’s devious, mercenary, and backbiting, everyone knows that she keeps her promises — doubly so if there’s collateral involved, and triply so if the collateral is something like her PC.
Brother: *Sticks out his pinky* “Okay.”
They shake on it, and [Brother] hands over his Ang Pao.
Sister: *To Dad* “Here’s [Brother]’s Ang Pao money. Please put it in the bank for him.” *Hands them over*
Brother: “What?!”
Sister: *Grinning triumphantly* “I promised never to give your money to Mommy. You never said anything about Daddy.”
The entire family burst out laughing as [Brother] spluttered incoherently in rage.