My Daughter Reacted Strongly When I Refused To Give Her The Money From Selling My Farm. My Older Son Took Her Side And Crossed A Line. Twenty Minutes Later, Both Of Them Regretted What They’d Done.

But what neither of them knew was that, in exactly 20 minutes, they would bitterly regret what they’d done when they discovered the truth I had been silently keeping. My name is Martha. I am 64 years old.

And all my life I have been a simple, hardworking woman, one of those who wakes up every day at 5:30 in the morning to prepare coffee and think about everything she has to do. I live in a modest little house on the outskirts of a small town, with a small garden where I grow tomatoes and cilantro, and where every morning I greet my chickens before giving them their food. My routine has been the same for years: black coffee without sugar, buttered toast, and then I sit on the porch to watch the sunrise while I plan my day.

I have been a widow for eight years. My husband Edward died of a sudden heart attack, leaving me alone with a property we had inherited from his parents, but which was in very poor condition. It was a large property with nearly 20 acres, but it needed a lot of work and money to be productive again.

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