The Conflict
The news didn’t take long to spread. My oldest and second brothers came to my house one night, their faces hardened.
“Are you planning on keeping it all?” the eldest shouted. “That money is Mom’s inheritance, why are you hiding it?”
“I didn’t hide it,” I replied. “I was planning to tell it on the anniversary of her death. But remember: you despised the blankets and wanted to throw them away. If I hadn’t brought them, the money would no longer exist.”
The second muttered angrily:
“Be that as it may, it’s Mom’s property. It’s divided among the three of us; don’t dream of keeping it all for yourself.”
I remained silent. I knew the money should be divided, but I also remembered how they treated Mom. They never gave her anything, while I, although poor, sent her something every month. When she was sick, I took care of her alone; they always had excuses. And now…
The arguments lasted for several days. The eldest even threatened to sue me.
