I’m 69 years old — and for almost a year, the money my son sends me every month has been disappearing without a trace. I kept quiet, pretending nothing was wrong… until the day I finally went to the bank myself. What I found there — in the transaction records, in the security footage — didn’t just shock me. It shattered everything I thought I knew about my own family. My youngest son, Jun, works abroad. He calls every month and tells me, “Mom, don’t worry. I’m sending money for your expenses. Use it for yourself.” His voice always made me feel safe… loved… supported. But reality didn’t match his promises. Nearly a year had passed, and I hadn’t received a single cent. Whenever I asked my daughter-in-law, she’d smile and say, “Mom, you barely spend anything. We take care of you.” Her words were soft — but something in my heart twisted every time. Yesterday, I finally gathered the courage to check my account. The deposits were there. But the money… was being withdrawn. In cash. From an ATM I have never once touched. So I asked to see the security footage. And when the video appeared on the screen… My whole world stopped. The person withdrawing the money was— To be continued in the 1st comment 👇👇
2025/12/10
