My Decision
I told them calmly:
“Mom left this for the three of us. I won’t keep anything for myself. I propose we divide it equally. But please remember: money is important, yes, but what she wanted most was for us to live in peace.”
The eldest lowered his head, his voice hoarse:
“I… was wrong. I only thought about the money and forgot Mom’s words.”
The second, with moist eyes, added:
“She suffered so much… and we didn’t get to thank her.”
We were silent for a long time. Finally, we agreed to divide the money into three equal parts. Each of us took our own, as a memory of our mother.
