I didn’t expect anything anyway. But the next day, he called screaming. Turns out…He had discovered a letter tucked inside one of the old boxes his mother left behind. It wasn’t addressed to him—it was addressed to me. In it, she thanked me for caring for her with patience and kindness when she felt most vulnerable. She wrote that while she couldn’t change her will without causing family conflict, she hoped her words would remind me that what I gave her mattered more than anything she could give in return. She said I had been her comfort, her steady hand, and her peace in her final days…..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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