The Last Letter
While checking the bags again, I found a small folded piece of paper at the bottom. It was written in Mom’s shaky handwriting:
“These three blankets are for my three children.
Whoever still loves me and remembers my sacrifices will understand.
The money isn’t much, but I want my children to live with righteousness and harmony.
Don’t make my soul sad in the afterlife.”
I clutched the note and sobbed uncontrollably. Mom had planned everything—it was her way of testing us.
I called my brothers. When they arrived, I placed the note in front of them. No one spoke. The room fell silent, broken only by quiet sobs.
