Пн. Май 27th, 2024

When Gabby learns that their mother left everything to her in her will, Gabby’s siblings lose control, turning their backs on her. Eventually, they learn their lesson and find their way back to their roots.

The moment I sat in our family lawyer’s office, I knew that things were about to change. I was surrounded by my siblings, who were getting increasingly restless as the lawyer went on about Mom’s assets. The tension was thick, and we were all waiting to hear Mom’s final wishes.

I didn’t want to be there — but I knew that my siblings were eager to know what Mom had left each of them. Still, none of us expected what was coming.

My three siblings — Maya, Tasmin, and Robert — each got their turn before me. It was nothing new; I was the youngest and accustomed to being last. But the look on their faces when they opened the envelopes that the lawyer gave them, is something that I will never forget.

A lawyer sitting at his desk | Source: Pexels

A lawyer sitting at his desk | Source: Pexels

Confusion, shock, disbelief — it was all there. Then came my turn. Instead of a thin white envelope with $1 in it — like my siblings got — I felt a folded letter. Before I could even take it out and read it, Maya snatched it from my hands.

«What the hell, Gabby?» she blurted out, making the lawyer gasp.

«You guys,» she said, addressing Tasmin and Robert. «This letter says that Mom left everything to Gabby. Her entire estate, the house, and some secret savings account. Really, Gabby? Because you were ‘the only one who cared’?»

Hearing it out loud, I’ll admit that it sounded harsh. It wasn’t like I was angling to be the golden child or anything. I just loved my Mom, and when she got sick, it just felt natural to be there for her. I didn’t do it for the chance of a payout. I did it because she was my Mom.

Handwritten letter on table | Source: Unsplash

Handwritten letter on table | Source: Unsplash

My siblings, on the other hand, had made their choices. They had busy lives, and had things going on that were too important to put on pause. Maya had two children, Tasmin worked overtime, and Robert was just Robert. He didn’t care about family time.

The letter laid it all out, not to shame them, as Maya believed. But instead, to reveal Mom’s thoughts and feelings. Mom had felt abandoned by her oldest children, and that hurt had followed her all the way to her last breath.

Sure, the dollar they each received was symbolic. It was a tough-love reminder of what they hadn’t given Mom when she needed it most.

But there I was, holding a letter that suddenly felt like burning coal in my hands. I ran my fingers across the paper until I got a paper cut.

«I didn’t ask for this,» I said, trying to explain.

Woman holding her nose | Source: Pexels

Woman holding her nose | Source: Pexels

Not that they were listening. Tasmin was typing furiously on her phone, Robert was looking at his watch, and Maya was checking her phone calendar.

«Listen!» I insisted, causing them to look up at me. «I need you to understand me.»

They didn’t.

The aftermath was a storm of emotions, with my siblings ignoring me for weeks.

But then, they started reaching out — not to argue over the will, but to actually talk.

We met at Mom’s house, cooking together and sharing memories. We spoke about the good and the bad, and about the countless curfews that Robert had ignored in his teenage rebellion.

Slowly, the gap between us began to close.

In the end, we decided that I would keep my apartment as my home, but we would use Mom’s house as the family home, as a place for the family to come together.

People in the kitchen together | Source: Pexels

People in the kitchen together | Source: Pexels

«Let’s split Mom’s savings evenly,» I suggested. «Not to blow up on lavish and unnecessary things, but as a safety net for each of us.»

My siblings agreed, accompanying me to the bank and getting it all sorted out.

I truly believe that Mom’s final lesson wasn’t about who cared the most, or who was there in the end. It was about understanding her emotions in those last months. She wanted her children to learn how to be a proper family: to forgive each other and to remember that, above everything, we were still a family.

Person signing paperwork | Source: Pexels

Person signing paperwork | Source: Pexels

It wasn’t easy, and it didn’t happen overnight. But in a way, Mom’s last wish did come true — our sibling bond was restored, not through inheritance or guilt, but through shared love and loss.

Now, we continue to have our monthly family dinners at each other’s homes. It has become a new tradition — ensuring that irrespective of how busy life gets, we need to take time out for each other.

I’m sure Mom is proud.

People around a table | Source: Pexels

People around a table | Source: Pexels

What would you have done in my shoes? Would you have kept the house and money?

Here’s another story for you. While my mom battled cancer, I was her caregiver, nursing her until her final days. But when she passed away, she split her money between my money-hungry brother and aunts. But it turns out that there was more to the story than met the eye. Read about it here.