My late mother left a $5 million inheritance to my greedy brother and aunts and I only received an addressed envelope



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While my mother fought cancer, I was her caregiver and took care of her until her last days. But when she passed away, my mom divided her money between my money-hungry brother and aunts. But it turns out there was more to the story.

It turns out that inheritance, loss and family are the ultimate recipes for drama. Let me tell you everything that happened after my mom passed away.

My mom fought cancer for a long time. Now that I look back, I see that it was something that had existed during my early life and that continued when I enrolled in the community college close to home. Mom was always my best friend, so naturally I would be there every step of the way as she battled this disease.

I just remember the days turning into nights when she was sick, something that was on a constant loop. But I also remember that spoon-feeding her and holding her hand gave her as much comfort as they did me. And then on the other side of this story, my brother and aunts only showed up when they needed something. Usually to pay your bills.

Cancer patient at home. | Source: Pexels

Or, like that aunt (while my mom was in constant decline), she wanted mom’s “contacts” to fix up a new house for her. Because my mother owned a real estate agency. The audacity was incredible.

Anyway, Mom tried her best, but in the end the disease took over. Now, let’s fast forward to the day of her will reading. All the family members, the lawyer, and I were sitting in a room that looked like something out of a Hallmark movie: think wood everywhere and a chipped tea set on the scratched surface of an incredibly old coffee table.

He was drinking a cup of weak tea from one of the chipped mugs when the lawyer dropped the bombshell. Mom’s savings, about five million dollars, would be divided between my brother and my aunts. I swallowed the tea, thinking what in heaven’s name was happening. Because I don’t have anything. Zipper. Nothing.

Now I’m sitting there, with tears streaming down my face and falling onto the white skirt I was wearing; drops of mascara staining my clothes. And this greedy group didn’t even bother to hide their smiles.

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