But as the years passed, something changed.
The warmth between Sandra and her children slowly disappeared.
Conversations that once began with “How are you?” became lectures.
Phone calls became shorter.
Affection was replaced by impatience.
And Sandra began to feel less like a mother and more like an obligation.
Her daughter, Ashley, had once joked at Christmas while raising a glass of wine that she couldn’t wait to receive “some decent inheritance when the old lady kicks the bucket.”
Everyone laughed.
Sandra laughed too.
But she never forgot the words.
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