When our mother fell ill, I thought it would bring my sister Samira and me closer, but it exposed the rift between us.

While Mom worked hard to provide for us growing up, Samira seemed untouched by our struggles, relying on others to support

her lifestyle. Mom’s heart was failing, and she asked me to keep it a secret until she was ready to tell Samira. But when Samira barged into my life,

wanting to control everything, I realized it was about inheritance, not care. She moved in with Mom, and I was shut out, with every attempt to visit blocked by her excuses.One day,

Mom confided that Samira had lied about me not visiting. I took charge of her medical bills and visited her every day while

Samira played at being the caregiver. When Mom passed, Samira handed me a will, claiming everything was left to her. But when I opened a second will,

I discovered that Mom had left everything to me, knowing I would care for her with genuine love.Mom’s final act of love and wisdom

gave me the truth I needed. Samira could try to rewrite the story, but in the end, Mom’s love for me spoke louder. And I would carry that truth forever.