The Last Letter
As I searched the bags again, I found a small piece of paper hidden at the bottom. It was Mom’s shaky handwriting:
“These three blankets are for my three children.
Anyone who still loves me and remembers my sacrifice will recognize it.
The money isn’t much, but I want them to live with righteousness and harmony.
Don’t make my soul sad in the afterlife.”
I hugged the paper, crying uncontrollably. Mom had planned everything. It was her way of testing us.
I called my siblings, and when they arrived, I placed the note in front of them. They remained silent, their eyes lowered. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by sobs.
