The Will That Broke My Heart
When my mother passed away, I expected sadness — not betrayal.
She had always been the steady light in my life, especially during her final years when illness took its toll. I cared for her every day — through long nights, countless appointments, and quiet mornings when she no longer remembered the date but always remembered my name.
But as the lawyer read the will, I listened in disbelief.
Her entire fortune — nearly five million dollars — went to my brother and two aunts.
Me? I received an envelope.
A small, cream-colored one with my name written in her careful handwriting.
The Envelope
The room buzzed with excitement as my relatives whispered about their new wealth. They barely noticed me when the lawyer handed me the envelope.
He placed it gently in my hands and said quietly, “Your mother loved you more than anyone.”
I nodded, though my throat was too tight to speak.
Inside was a