My Mother Gave Me Two Dollars but Bought My Brother a Mansion
To take care of my mother after she fell and injured herself, I turned down a promotion and took a week off work to stay by her side.
On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she smiled and handed me a small envelope.
“Suzy, you’ve worked hard these past few days. This is just a little something from me. Go treat yourself to something good.”
I wiped my hands, a quiet warmth spreading through my chest.
When I opened the envelope, I froze for a moment.
Inside was $2.
Still, I told myself it didn’t matter. The amount wasn’t important. What mattered was the thought behind it.
But the very next day, while scrolling through social media, I came across a post from my younger brother, the one who hadn’t shown his face at the hospital even once.
Nine photos filled the post, all of them showing off a sprawling luxury mansion. In the center was a photo of the purchase contract.
The caption read: “Officially the owner of a $2 million riverfront house. Big thanks to Mom for the support!”