When they finally calmed down, I said gently, “Mom left this for the three of us. I’ll divide everything equally. But promise me one thing—don’t let her last wish be in vain. Money fades, but peace lasts.”
My eldest nodded slowly, his voice trembling. “I was wrong. I only saw the money, not her love.”
We spent the rest of that night dividing the money and talking—not about possessions, but about memories. For the first time in years, we spoke as brothers again.
How We Chose to Honor Her
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