The Destiny of Each
My eldest brother: He used to be stingy, but after this blow, he changed completely. He used his share for his children’s education and visits Mom’s grave every month, as if seeking redemption.
My second brother: Always impulsive, but Mom’s letter transformed him. He donated part of the money to the poor, “to earn merit for her,” he said.
Me: I saved my share without spending it. I created a small scholarship in my hometown, in the name of my mother, that woman who silently sacrificed herself all her life.
