Her son kicked her out when he found out she’d lost her job, but he had no idea—she had a secret fortune. Martha didn’t say a word when she closed the small wooden door behind her. The sound of the latch clicking felt louder than it should have. Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the worn leather handle of her suitcase not because she was cold, but because she was holding back the kind of tears that come only from betrayal.
Her son, Derek, stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. His wife, Tanya, was behind him, silent but smug, like someone who had finally won an argument. Their home, once painted with warm blues and garden yellows, now felt cold.
The shutters were closed even though the sun was still high. You should have told us, Ma,” Derek had said moments earlier. “You’ve been eating our food. Sitting here all day doing nothing.” Martha had blinked. “I’ve been resting. I’m not well. I didn’t want to worry you Not well or not working?” Tanya jumped in. “We’re struggling, Derek. We can’t carry your…..Read Full Story Here..……………………..
