"Mom, it's easy for you to say that now. But you won't even let us touch a little of your money without making a fuss. Do you think you'll be able to give me a fair share of your assets when the time comes? Empty words mean nothing if you haven't written a will."
I told her that I would write a will, but the time had not come yet.
Gracie smiled and said, "Mom, just make sure you are fair when the time comes. We are both your children, so I should have my share of your things. If you leave everything to my brother, I will take it to court if I have to, just to get what is rightfully mine."
She went on to say that in today's world, I couldn't trust anyone; only what you held in your own hands was truly reliable.
I could only sigh, left speechless.
I thought that my children had grown up and developed their own opinions, but all I felt was a deep sadness.
Here I was, taking care of her out of love, only to receive such cold remarks. I felt somewhat hurt.
Over the past few days, I have been buying groceries and household items, always using my own money.