Then she asked me for one more thing.
“Please don’t tell Samira yet.”
Keeping that secret nearly destroyed me, but I respected her wishes.
About a month later, Mom finally told Samira herself.
And that’s when everything changed.
Samira showed up furious.
She accused me of trying to control Mom and her money. She claimed I was manipulating things behind her back.
Then she made a grand announcement.
She said she was moving into Mom’s house to take care of her.
If anyone had asked me before that moment who was least likely to become a caretaker, I would have said Samira without hesitation.
But suddenly she was acting like a saint.
Within days she had moved in.
And just like that, I was shut out.
When I tried to visit, Samira told me Mom was sleeping.
When I called, she said Mom was at appointments.
Soon she started telling relatives and neighbors that I didn’t care about Mom at all.
That I was only waiting for the inheritance.
And the worst part?
People believed her.
It crushed me.
But Mom and I found ways to stay in touch.
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