Your sight will be lost. It is not too late. You are humble still, pure. Let go of this fascination with earthly riches. You have so much more than they.
These things occur between mothers and daughters. Their relationships are more fragile than fathers and sons.
My aunts did not share in the housework, but they contributed greatly to all of the village gossip. They had fake faces, showing Mama kindness and calling her ate, big sister, but once they were alone...