When Mom fell seriously ill, my sister Samira moved in and insisted I stay away — claiming she was caring for Mom, but I knew her motives were selfish. Whenever I visited alone, Mom quietly told me she saw everything. As Mom got sicker, I paid all her medical bills and noticed Samira’s spending seemed unusually high. When Mom was hospitalized, I finally spent time with her — reading and comforting her — while Samira pretended devotion. After Mom died, Samira produced a will naming herself sole heir, but inside an envelope Mom left for me was a newer will and a heartfelt note — she trusted me. Samira’s greed failed; Mom’s final gift was love and trust, and I vowed to honor her memory by using what she left with kindness and integrity.