When our mother fell ill, my sister Samira suddenly took over. She moved in with Mom and shut me out. “I’m taking care of her,” she insisted—but I knew her motives weren’t pure. Mom confirmed it quietly, “Don’t tell Samira. She’s living off her new boyfriend.”
When Mom finally told Samira about her condition, Samira accused me of trying to steal the inheritance. “I know why you’re so concerned… you want everything,” she said. She even banned me from visiting.
Eventually, I visited Mom secretly. She was weak but glad to see me. “Why haven’t you been visiting me? Samira said you didn’t want to.” I was stunned. I told her the truth and took over the hospital bills to ease her burden.
After Mom passed, Samira rushed in with a will claiming she got everything. But then Dr. Miller gave me an envelope: a new will and a note. “I told you I understand everything… That’s why I’m leaving everything to you, Nicole.”
Mom had seen through the lies. Her words—*“I love you, Mom”*—echoed in my heart. I cried, knowing she had protected me even in death. I promised to live as she did—with kindness and love.
