Because of that, neither my mom nor my uncle and aunt, nor their children, spoke to Grandma or even mentioned her until that day.
I looked around at them, studying each face. I knew why they were all there. Money.
They hoped that at least after Grandma’s death, they’d finally get something. But knowing her, it wasn’t going to be that easy.
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For the last six months of her life, Grandma had been really sick, and I’d had to move in to take care of her.
Balancing that with my job as a nurse hadn’t been easy, but I managed.
I knew Grandma had been grateful that at least someone stayed with her through those difficult moments.
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But she hadn’t made my life easier either. I remembered one day when I’d gotten a huge bill for a car repair.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to pay for this,” I told her.
“You’re a strong girl. You’ll manage,” Grandma replied.
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Of course, I hadn’t expected anything else. Even for me, she didn’t make exceptions. But she always supported me and guided me, and I was thankful for that.
After the funeral, everyone went to Grandma’s house to hear the will. Knowing my family, I had packed all my things beforehand.
I knew they wouldn’t let me stay in her house. While we waited for the lawyer to arrive, nobody said a word, only exchanged cold, hostile glances.
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