During my mom’s fight against cancer, I took on the role of her caregiver, providing her with the care and support she needed until the end. However, upon her passing, my mother divided her money among my brother, who has a strong desire for wealth, and my aunts.

However, it appears that there was a deeper layer to the narrative. In this captivating story, I will share the profound impact of inheritance, loss, and the complexities of family dynamics. Prepare to be immersed in the aftermath of my mother’s passing, as she bravely fought against cancer for an extended period.

When I think back, it was something that happened to me when I was young and then again when I started going to the nearby community college. Mom was always my best friend, so I knew I had to be there for her through everything while she was sick. I can vividly recall those endless days and nights when she was unwell, trapped in a never-ending cycle. But I also remember that putting food on her spoon and holding her hand made her feel just as good as they did for me.

And then, on the other side of this story, my brother and aunts only showed up when they needed something. Typically, in order to have their bills paid. Or, there was this one aunt (while my mom was on a steady decline), who expected mom’s “contacts” to help her find a new house. My mom happened to own a real estate agency. I couldn’t believe the audacity of it all.

Anyway, my mom did everything she could, but unfortunately, the illness ultimately prevailed. Now, let’s jump ahead to the day of the will reading. As we gathered in the room, it felt like we had stepped into a scene from a beautiful movie. The space was filled with wooden furniture, and on the worn-out coffee table, there sat a charmingly chipped tea set that seemed to have a story of its own.

As I sat there, casually savoring a cup of tea from a slightly worn teacup, the lawyer delivered a shocking revelation. The inheritance, totaling a staggering $5 million, was to be divided among my brother and my aunts. I struggled to swallow the tea, my mind struggling with confusion and disbelief. Well, it seems that I have absolutely nothing to share at the moment. Wow. Nothing. As I sat there, tears cascaded down my face, leaving dark marks on the new white skirt I had on. The mascara streaks marked my clothing, a visible reminder of my emotional state. And this greedy bunch did not even bother to hide their smirks. I was shattered. How on earth could my mom have done this to me? I thought, using my hand to wipe my nose. As a typical overthinker, I started to wonder if I had cared enough for her in her last months.

But then the lawyer stood up and gave me an envelope. «Your Mom,» he said, «loved you more than anyone.» Naturally, the room falls silent, and the self-centered group eagerly fix their gaze upon the letter. The front of the letter said, «Dearest Lily.» When I opened it, I saw that the address and a key were written on the same piece of paper. I thought, «What the heck, Mom?» Curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to give it a look. Perhaps she had a request for me to tidy up a storage room or something of that nature. The lawyer chose to go along, but he kept quiet about everything.

So, we arrived at the address and discovered this amazing hidden house. I absolutely adore the sight of a stunning home, complete with my most beloved flowers lining the walkway. I was absolutely thrilled when my mom surprised me with a fully paid-for home! It was evident that she had made her mark on the location, as evidenced by the presence of photos of us on the site. There was yet another letter resting on the glass table in the entrance hall. This particular letter was about revealing some secrets. As it turns out, my mom was well aware of how my brother and aunts were the ones responsible for draining the most money.

However, she desired for me to have a space where I could start a future and create a family. To make new memories in a place that has her spirit really there. Regarding the money? According to the letter, she knowingly gave it to them, fully expecting them to waste it. She wanted to emphasize family bonds and instill in them the value of possessions. It was inevitable that this would happen once the money ran out. However, here I am, in my brand new kitchen, savoring a cup of coffee from the coffee machine I’ve always dreamed of. It’s in moments like these that I come to understand that my mother’s love was never tied to wealth. It was in this home, and I knew that this gift would hold a special place in my heart.

«Hey, Mom? You’re the best.»