The Destiny of Each
My eldest brother—once stingy—changed completely after that. He used his share to pay for his children’s education and visits Mom’s grave every month, as if seeking forgiveness.
My second brother, always impulsive, softened. He donated part of his share to the poor, saying, “I want to earn merit for her.”
As for me—I saved my portion and used it to create a small scholarship fund in our hometown, named after our mother—the woman who had sacrificed everything in silence.
