I was my mother’s caretaker during her cancer battle, providing her with care till the end. However, my mother divided her fortune between my money-hungry brother and my aunts after she went away. However, it became apparent that there was more to the tale.
It turns out that the best ingredients for drama are family, loss, and inheritance. Permit me to explain all that transpired following the death of my mother.
My mother fought cancer for a very long period. Looking back, it was something that had been present in my early years and continued when I started at the local community college. Since Mom has always been my best friend, I knew I would support her through this sickness without a doubt.
When Mom was ill, I just recall the days turning into nights; it seemed like a never-ending cycle. However, I also recall that she found the hand holding and spoon feeding to be just as comforting as I did. However, the flip side of this tale is that my aunts and brother were only present when they were in need. Typically, to get their bills settled.
Cancer patient at home. | Source: Pexels
Alternatively, similar to one aunt (during my mom’s gradual deterioration), she requested my mom’s “connections” to arrange for a new residence. since my mother ran a real estate company. The level of chutzpah was astounding.
Nevertheless, despite Mom’s best efforts, the disease ultimately won out. Let’s go ahead and fast-forward to the will reading day. The lawyer, myself, and all the family were seated in a room that resembled a scene from a Hallmark film, complete with wood accents and a broken tea set on the worn surface of an incredibly old coffee table.
The lawyer dropped the bomb as I was drinking weak tea from one of the broken teacups. Approximately $5 million of Mom’s savings were designated to be divided between my brother and my aunts. I swallowed the tea hard, wondering what on earth was going on. since I received nothing. None at all.
I’m sitting there now, tears dripping down my face and onto my white skirt, leaving stains from mascara on my clothes. And these avaricious people did not even try to cover their grins.
I couldn’t understand.
Pink and White Tea Set. | Source: Pexels
How in the world could my mother have hurt me in this way? I wiped my nose with my hand as I thought. Then, in that final month, I started to question if I had done enough for her; I was such a classic overthinker.
However, the attorney got up and gave me an envelope.
“Mom loved you more than anyone,” he remarked.
Naturally, the room falls silent, and the avaricious group gazes at the letter with a hungry expression. It read, Dearest Lily, on the front.
A single piece of paper included both an address and a key when I opened the envelope.
I’m sitting here thinking, “What the heck, Mom?” at this point.
However, I chose to investigate it. Perhaps she wanted me to organize a closet or something. The attorney made the decision to go ahead, keeping quiet about everything. When we arrived at the address, we discovered this house—a hidden gem—was there. Gorgeous house with my very favorite flowers in the walkway.
Beautiful House | Source: Pexels
I inherited a fully paid-for house from my mom! We had pictures together in there, so it was obvious she had made her mark on the area. There was also another letter with a secret on it sitting on the glass table in the entry hall.
As it happens, my mother was well aware of how my brother and aunts were the largest spenders of money. But she desired for me to have a home where I could raise a family and a future. to create new memories in a setting that distinctly embodies her spirit.
What about the cash? According to the letter, she gave it to them knowing full well that they would waste it. She wished to emphasize family bonds and instill in them the value of possessions. which, once the money was long gone, was sure to happen.
However, as I stand here in my beautiful kitchen, sipping coffee from the coffee maker I’ve always desired, I see that my mother’s love was never about material possessions. I knew that this present would mean more to me than anything else because it was in this house.
Hello, mother? The best is still you.
Which tales of “mom knows best” do you have?
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