“Thank you,” I replied, barely holding back tears.
“Before she passed, your mom gave me something to give you,” Dr. Miller said. He took an envelope out of his drawer and handed it to me. Mom’s handwriting on the envelope read: “For My True Daughter.”
“Do you mind if I step outside to read this?” I asked.
I walked out of his office and sank into one of the chairs in the hallway, my hands trembling as I held the envelope.
Taking a deep breath, I opened it. Inside was a will. I read every word carefully, my heart racing.
It was more recent than the version Samira had—and legally valid. Mom had left everything to me.
There was also an account I didn’t know about. The balance was more than I had ever imagined. She had thought of everything.
A small note was attached to the will. I recognized Mom’s handwriting instantly.
I told you I understand everything. I can see real care and distinguish it from selfish motives. That’s why I’m leaving everything to you, Nicole.
I hope you keep that kindness and humanity in your heart. I love you, Mom.
Tears filled my eyes as I read her words. I covered my face and cried. Even after her death, Mom had protected me.
I felt a wave of gratitude. I didn’t know what lay ahead, but I was certain I would honor Mom’s memory. I would live how she had lived — with love, kindness, and strength.
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