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Balancing books like a professional bookkeeper is not one of my skills but I soon learned in my life that my mother was totally ignorant of money's worth and I exploited her blindness. When I was fourteen I learned all the wood on the house was painted for twenty thousand dollars every year and the next summer I started painting the house myself. The books only showed an entry japanese “Paint House”, and I kept that up, stashing 20K a year as a starter in the process. I really wouldn't know where Mom gets her money from. I really wouldn't know whether she is rich or not. I do know we are quite comfortable. Not more than four years ago she looked like an old hag with sagged breasts but within half a year she looked like an angel with the figure of a model so I guess she had some plastic surgery. She went away a few times in those days but it is beyond me how she financed it. Painting the house really was challenging that first year. I slept well and my musculature developed nicely. Together with my growing physique, I got complimented on my adult looks and behavior after that summer. Mom is unaware of a lot of things. Like she is unaware of how I do the chores she wants me to do. Like she is unaware or not interested in my schooling and only the past year I started wondering why that may be and to this moment I was still wondering for I am oblivious to why my Mom never asked me how I was doing at school or why she never went to parent-teacher events. She just signed of everything I put in front of her. It must have been years ago in the time we used to have strenuous discussions whenever I needed her to sign school papers or a rapport. Boy, did I dislike those discussions like I was averse to any kind of confrontation? I will bend myself over backwards to avoid confrontations so the first time I spoke up to my Mom when I needed her signature again and said to her in a frustrated voice, afraid of having to explain myself heavily; “I need you to sign this,” she just reached in her purse for a pen and signed without commenting. This way of asking for signatures in a demanding voice became a habit. I must be a very laydown person. It took me four years for my Mom to stress me again. It was a few months after my 18th birthday on a Saturday. I was outside the walled garden working in the forested part which was designed with a Japanese Garden as an example and where every twig had to be in the right place. I was working on a tree sawing through a big branch that didn't belong anymore when I suddenly noticed her standing right next to me in the direction of the saw. 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