Her last words, spoken with a faint smile, still echo in my mind:
“The money isn’t much, but I want my children to live in righteousness and harmony. Don’t make my soul sad in the afterlife.”
At the time, I didn’t understand the full weight of her message. But life has a way of revealing wisdom slowly—and often painfully.
The Division of What Remained
We sat in silence, surrounded by the few belongings that once filled our childhood home with warmth. There wasn’t much—an old wardrobe, a few faded photos, and three wool blankets neatly folded in a corner.
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