In the quiet weeks that followed, I realized something my mother had always tried to teach me:
Real wealth isn’t measured by money or property. It’s measured by peace, gratitude, and the ability to love without expecting anything in return.
Now, every morning when sunlight filters through the curtains and the scent of lavender fills the air, I whisper, “Thank you, Mom.”
Because she gave me the only inheritance that truly matters — a home built not on money, but on love that never fades.
