When Patrycja arrived at her mother's house, Stanisława was delighted to see her daughter.

Taken from real life. "I need money, mom, can you give it to me in installments": The daughter said cheekily

However, her words about the reasons for the visit surprised the woman: “Mom, I need money. You can give it to me in installments, if you want,” Patrycja said calmly.

-What money? – she asked Stanisława, confused.

-The money I gave you for the operation – her daughter explained.

Stanisława's hands were shaking. She silently went to the closet and took out the small savings she had saved from her pension. Holding them in front of Patrycja, she said seriously:

-Take…

-And you say you have no money – Patrycja replied with a smile – wait until autumn, you'll get it back. We need money now: we want to renovate and dress decently. This is not a village, where no one pays attention to clothes, but a city. It's completely different here.

A week later, her younger daughter Ula visited her. “Do you want money too, daughter?” – her mother asked cautiously. Then Stanisława couldn't help herself, her eyes filled with tears and she told her about the situation with Patrycja.

– Medicines are getting more and more expensive, I don't know what to do… – she complained.

– Mom, don't worry, I'll sort it out with her – Ula reassured her. A few days later Ula gave Patrycja the money she needed. Patrycja accepted the money coldly, making it clear that her old mother was annoying her.

After that event, she never visited her mother again. She didn't even show her her granddaughter. When Stanisława's health deteriorated, Ula took her in. For eleven years, the mother lived in care and love with her younger daughter and her children. She did not feel lonely and enjoyed peace, but the time came and the Lord called her to Himself.

After the funeral, the sisters went to the notary to learn about the inheritance. There, a surprise awaited them: Stanisława left her entire estate to Ula. A letter written by her mother was attached to the documents: “Patrycja, be happy and do not remember me with a bad word. I am grateful to God that I am leaving without owing anyone anything.”

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Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116