My brother Ernest and I grew up in a small town where peace and simplicity reigned. I always enjoyed the tranquility and outdoor life, while my brother dreamed of a big city with its noisy streets and endless opportunities.
When he finished school, he left for university, found a good job, and soon married Kamila. They had a good life: a cozy apartment, cars, travels. They were raising two wonderful children.
Although they rarely visited us, each visit was accompanied by dissatisfaction. Our home lacked the conveniences they were used to: the small apartment and peaceful atmosphere seemed too simple and boring to them. However, we always did our best to make their stay as comfortable as possible.
We always gave them our bedroom, while my mom and I slept in the living room. Every time, we prepared their favorite dishes so they would feel at home.
Recently, my mom fell ill and needed medical tests in the city where Ernest and his wife, Kamila, live. My mom and I decided to stay with them for a few days until her tests were completed. But as soon as we stepped into their apartment, Kamila, with a stone-cold expression, said:
— You do understand that you have to pay for your stay and buy your own food, right?
Her words were a real shock to me. Instead of offering help, she demanded payment. My mom and I were devastated. We packed our things and went to the cheapest hotel, not wanting to be a burden.
After some time, when we returned home, my brother called me and said they wanted to visit us. I calmly replied:
— We are always happy to see the kids, but as for you… I’m sure you’ll find a place to stay.
Hospitality should be mutual, don’t you think?
