I found out Samira had lied, claiming I thought Mom was a burden. I reassured Mom, took over financial responsibilities, and spent time with her as she grew weaker.After Mom passed, Samira presented a will, claiming everything. But when I walked away, the doctor handed me an envelope with a second,

more recent will. It left everything to me, along with a note from Mom, expressing her trust in my care and humanity.Though Samira tried to rewrite Mom’s story, Mom’s final act of love ensured the truth would be known. I left the hospital with nothing but that letter, but it felt like everything. The truth had spoken for itself, and I would carry it with me always.