During my mom’s illness, I was there for her constantly, while my brother and aunts only appeared when they needed something. I had no idea why my mom would leave me out of the inheritance, and I started doubting whether I had done enough for her. Then, at the will reading, the lawyer handed me an envelope with a letter from my mom.
The letter led me to a beautiful house that my mom had left for me, fully paid for. She had known about my relatives’ greed and wanted to teach them the value of family. This home became my cherished gift, reminding me that her love was never in the money, but in the memories we created.
