liek if you cri every timeYou're a mother of two, you and your husband live paycheck to paycheck, sometimes you have to ask money to your parents because otherwise you wouldn't be able to afford what your kids need. You still live in your childhood town, you dreamed about going to college but were always too poor to afford it and you didn't want to put yourself and your family in crippling debt, you married young hoping that sharing your misery with someone would've made it more bearable, you saw one of your children die, had to take in your sister because she had been kicked out of home.
Every month the paychecks that get in your household last only for three weeks, and you don't know how to explain to your kids that they can't afford anything too "fancy" because there aren't any money, and the savings they have are for emergencies only.
And then here she comes. A morbidly obese screeching whale that spends what you earn in a month in awful looking tents she wraps around her massive body. She waddles in your living room and sits on the couch, making it creak under her weight. She is carrying a bag that seems to be filled to the brim. You don't like her and the fact that she's stenching up your house, but if she's bringing something to the kids, then she can stay a bit longer.
The whale gives the bag to your kids, and all they get out of it are already opened and half-eaten packages of candies and sweets, and a bottle of Ramune without seal and with the cap designed to open it missing. There's nothing closed in that bag. The whale has already gone through everything. What she gave to your kids was mostly packaging and sugar dust.
The kids are disappointed but don't say anything, even if the whale keeps screeching "DO YOU LOOOOVEEE ITTTT???? I'm so generous and giving, you guise!"
You take a mental note to never speak to your sister again, because it's not worth it.