So, I believed that dividing everything equally was fair.
Riley's expression suddenly changed, and her tone became impatient.
"Hassan is your only son. You cannot divide the house and money with anyone else."
Finally, Hassan stepped in and told her to stop talking.
Riley flew into a rage. "I'm only doing this for your good. A man like you has no skills, yet you can fight for what's rightfully yours. If you don't push for it now, you'll end up with nothing!"
She then turned her sharp gaze to me. "Kenya, let me make this clear. You have a son and a grandson. If you decide to give away your property to Gracie, don't blame us for not recognizing you as part of the family anymore."
Before she could finish her tirade, I threw the whole family out the door.
As if I'd be scared of not being called Mom? I just didn't even care.
Riley, however, was not ready to give up.
A few days later, she came by again. This time, she did not mention anything about the house.
As soon as she entered, she busied herself around the house. I sat on the couch, watching her flit around, feeling more awkward by the minute.
Once she finished, she sat beside me and started chatting.