And then, my mother passed away. As we all gathered in the lawyer’s office for the will reading, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. It was like a scene from a movie, surreal and almost too dramatic to be real. And then, the lawyer made the announcement. My brother and aunts were to receive $5 million each from my mother’s estate. Meanwhile, I was left with nothing.
As the news sunk in, I struggled to contain my emotions. I sat there, sipping weak tea from a chipped teacup, trying to keep a facade of composure. But inside, I was seething with anger and disbelief. How could my mother do this to me? After everything I had done for her, she left me with nothing. Tears welled up in my eyes, and soon my mascara was streaking my skirt. Meanwhile, my brother and aunts couldn’t hide their glee, their thinly veiled smiles betraying their triumph.
It was a cruel and unjust ending to what should have been a tribute to my love and devotion for my mother. I couldn’t help but feel betrayed and heartbroken. But I also knew that nothing could change the past. I had to accept that sometimes, even those closest to us can disappoint us in the most unexpected ways. And as I left the lawyer’s office that day, I couldn’t help but wonder if my mother’s legacy would ever truly be one of love and family, or if it would be overshadowed by greed and resentment.