My mother posted a photo of a red ledger on her account.

The pages were slightly yellowed, clearly showing their age.

"Judy, I was wrong. When you were little, our family was poor, so I had to send you to your uncle's house in the countryside. What mother would willingly be separated from her own child? I feared you wouldn't fare well in the countryside, so I sent you things regularly. Your father and I worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk, hoping to bring you back as soon as we could.

But I didn't expect that by the time we could afford to bring you home, you had grown up...