— “Who cares? Debbie can donate her share to some useless charity for all I care,” Don said on a conference call with his brothers.
— “And Mom will be fine. It’s not like she’s going to end up begging. She’s smarter than that,” David laughed.
— “It had to be done, brothers. Mom would’ve made us wait forever for our share,” Daniel, the eldest, added.
Meanwhile, Rose stood in line at a local park known for sheltering the homeless. Her face was tired, her heart heavy. Since Raymond’s death, she had never truly rested. She had sacrificed everything for her children, only to be cast aside when they no longer needed her.