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.

That’s not what I meant,” she quickly replied. But I could see in her eyes that it was exactly what she had meant. “It’s just that… well, it would be more practical if the money were used for something that benefits the whole family.”

“The whole family,” I murmured, feeling the indignation growing in my chest.

“And when did the whole family help me when I was struggling alone to support myself after your father died? When did the whole family worry about whether I had enough money to buy food or medicine?”

Patricia turned red as a tomato. “Mom, we didn’t know you were going through difficulties.

If you had asked for help…”

“You didn’t know?” I interrupted, getting up from my rocking chair. “You didn’t know I was working cleaning other people’s houses at 60 years old. You didn’t know I was selling turkey and mashed potato plates on the weekends to be able to pay for electricity.

You didn’t know I was getting up at four in the morning to go babysit because I needed every dime I could earn.”

My daughter lowered her gaze, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. “Mom, I understand you went through difficult times, but now things are different. Now you have money, and we really need help.”

“And why do you need help?” I asked, crossing my arms.

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