As I sat in the stuffy lawyer’s office, surrounded by my brother, aunts, and my mother’s attorney, I couldn’t believe what was happening. My mother had passed away, and now we were all here to hear her final wishes. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread, knowing that this could potentially be a moment of great discord among my family.
You see, my mother and I had always been close. She was more than just a parent to me; she was my best friend. So, when she fell ill, it was a no-brainer that I would be the one to care for her. I was there for her through it all, even when it meant sacrificing my own time and resources. But my brother and aunts were a different story. They only seemed to show up when they needed something, usually money from my mother’s successful real estate business.
As her condition worsened, I watched in disbelief as my aunts shamelessly tried to secure a new property for themselves, using their so-called “connections.” It was a blatant display of greed, and it only added to the tension and resentment that had been brewing for some time.