Mara had always believed love meant sacrifice, until sacrifice emptied her life. When her younger sister became ill, their mother spent everything — savings, belongings, even loans — and Mara watched the future she had planned slowly disappear under medical bills and hospital visits.
Her sister died just after turning eighteen, and grief hardened into resentment. Months later, when their mother arrived at Mara’s door with one bag and nowhere to go, Mara finally broke. She said what she had carried for years — that her mother owed her nothing, that her inheritance and future had been destroyed. Her mother only smiled sadly and walked away.
The next morning, Mara received a message from an unknown number. It was her mother. A photo showed a folded document and a silver locket her sister once cherished. The message explained the truth: the inheritance was untouched, saved quietly over years, and the money spent had been her mother’s own.
Mara rushed to the shelter mentioned, but her mother had already left before dawn. Days later, Mara confirmed the truth in the account — not a cent missing, only small deposits made over time.
Now she keeps the locket by her bed and scans every crowd, hoping for forgiveness, answers, and one last chance to see her mother’s tired smile.
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