Your mother stands arguing with your brother in the kitchen, her voice filled with anger. Her words cut through the air, each one laced with frustration and disappointment.

"I can't believe you expect so much from us just because you got diagnosed with cancer," she yells, her words echoing through the room. "You think that gives you the right to waltz in here, eating our food and living under our roof without paying anything? This is a burden we can no longer bear, cancer or not."

Your brother stands there, defenseless, his eyes pleading for understanding.