mi

Years

the school building, just as I par

her parents were stepping out of their cars as well. Some housekeepers. Some nannies.

t kindergarten where many of the parents who worked coop

kids all the time and attention they needed, and pa

lling out through the doors, all noisy a

l that my bank account was overflowing in no time. I was heavily pregnant when the firs

s ago by that anonymous helper, wouldn’t have been enough to raise three sons and

ny, shrill vo

f kids, running out through the doors with her ponytail flying behind her. Clo

rm fuzzy feeling, crouchi

u??!” I laughed, as th

classmates did. Of course, except Reon, my first baby, who was busy grabbing all of thei

in, while Tyris and Torin, my second an

the driveway, “So, what did else happen

r seat, “Mom! Our teacher taught us about the family tree toda

through the rearview mirror, I realized how much mo

d get any of their genes. But the resemblance was there. And it was so uncanny, that at first I thou

love us, is that why he's not here?” Royer's

on squeezed my heart so hard I could b

ou all very much, and he will never forget you. You

ked in his usual assertive fashion. “You said he went some

faded into a whisper, and a fake smile. “Do

raightened up and sent a firm look to his siblings.

omma's a great driv

feel my heart start to crack from all the painful memories. That was unfair to my boys,

ic and adamant to be responsible for everyone else. Including me. I always remind

ncerns. It made me worried, scared to watch a tiny bo

y ran out of the car and into the el

told you so many times, Torin!” I exclaimed,

y, mo

nto our apartment. I strolled behind, taking out my phone from my

lines after headlines on various

teps, slowly re

Y SUED FOR FRAUDU

nor Company, EXPOSED by desig

in the multimillion company, Manor

I gasped, looking away

nd maintain it. She protected the company until her last breath, and this wa

as ter

o the ground by that greedy family. I was the only one who thought the same as g

m one of the bedrooms, brea

h, tossing my phone away

their overactive little selfs to sleep. I tied my soft, cotton ro

in the living room to go through them

, a few work-related ones, but there was an envelope sitting om

d paper from the envelope. It was a letter, and o

— This could

t so hard that I thought I was going into heart palpitations. I had not seen tha

y hand. She got teased about it being old-fashio

ap, was a letter

ened it. The full onslaught of that beautiful cursive sent tears fillin

WILL OF MO

n't prepared for when I looked further down the page, and

in sobs of