I was day and night with her. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/a00e97/620x0/1/0/2025/02/09/tpy3t3mmguhkpgeggegqvaqjkgr2ochqkw2c48oouzku.jpg" alt = "from life taken." After years of caring for a sick mother, I learned that she rewrote all the property for my brother & quot; " styles = "background-color: rgba (136,112,131.1)" > < p > In recent years my life has been around & oacute; My mother, once a strong and independent woman, gradually lost strength, until she finally became completely dependent on me.
< p > I was day and night with her. I changed her bedding, fed her, gave her medicine, took her to doctors, endured her moods when the illness took her patience. I gave up my own life, dreams, rest, to be with her every day. < p > A on ?< p > m & oacute; j brother.
< p > appeared once every few months, with a bouquet of flower & oacute; in and a box of chocolates. He smiled, told how he had a lot of work, how tired, but of course he thinks about his mother. He sat down with her for a moment, took a few photos to show off his friends, then left this house with relief, this duty is a serious burden, which I carried only me.
< P >And I did not complain.
< p > I really didn't complain. < p > because I loved my mother. Because I felt that it was necessary. < p > until the day on which & oacute; died. < p > I stood in a notary office, still stunned by her departure, when the lawyer read the will. < p > — The entire property, including the house and savings, was rewritten to his son, John. < p > I froze.< p > — Sorry, what ? — I asked, although I heard every word perfectly.
< p > notary not even < p > — Your mother made such a decision. Wrote a will a few years ago.
< p > I looked at my brother.
< p > did not look surprised.< p > did not look guilty.
< p > He looked at me with a slight smile, as if he had long known what would happen.
< p > — It's impossible — I whispered. & Amp; MDASH; I looked after her! I was with her! < p > — Mom decided that it would be just like that — He threw Jan, shrugging. < p > fair.< p > The word echoed in my head, full of memories of sleepless nights, about moments when I was barely stood on my feet, but I had to get up because my mother needed me.
< p > and now it turned out that I was only a nurse for her.
< p > not c & oacute; rkama.< p > not heir.
< p > only a maid.< p > I looked at my brother for the last time and then I knew I didn't want anything.
< p > or home.< p > or money.
< p > or memories of a woman who gave everything to someone who pretended to care about her.