That weekend, I found a moment when my mother was relaxed, and I broached the subject again. We sat on the porch, the evening sun casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards.
« Mom, I talked to our lawyer and even reached out to some of the family, » I began, careful to keep my tone non-confrontational. « I just want to understand what’s happening. »
She nodded, taking a sip of her tea. « It’s about making sure everyone is cared for, in the way they need, » she explained, as if that would suffice.
« But that doesn’t explain the changes, » I insisted gently, trying to hide my frustration.
She sighed, setting her cup down with a quiet clink. « I had to adjust things based on everyone’s situation. It’s not about fairness in the way you might think. It’s about necessity. »
Her words were a mirror reflecting back my own fears. Was she expecting something to happen? Was there more she wasn’t telling me?
« I trust you, » I said, though the words felt fragile. « I just need to know that everything will be okay. »
She reached over, placing her hand on mine. « It will be, » she assured me, her eyes holding a truth I wasn’t sure I was ready to accept.
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