When our mom got sick, my sister Samira suddenly stepped in, moving in with her and cutting me out. She insisted she had everything under control—but I knew my sister too well to believe she was acting purely out of love. Our childhood was tough. Mom raised us alone, juggling two jobs to keep food on the table. I remember her skipping meals so we could eat. Over time, things improved—she got a better job, and we both went to college. But Samira didn’t seem to remember those hard times. She grew up carefree, always asking Mom for money, even after college. That’s why I was shocked when she suddenly took over once Mom got her diagnosis—a failing heart, with only a year left to live. I offered to help, but Samira made sure I couldn’t visit. She said she was caring for Mom, but I suspected her intentions weren’t genuine. One day, Mom secretly texted me to visit while Samira was out. I brought groceries, and we talked. Mom told me she thought Samira had changed. I wasn’t convinced. Worried about finances, I spoke to Mom’s doctor and offered to cover all her medical bills. As time passed, I noticed the bills were unusually high. Samira claimed she was spending the money on essentials, but it was clear she was using it for herself. When Mom was finally hospitalized, Samira couldn’t stop me from visiting. I stayed by Mom’s side every day, unlike Samira, who was more focused on control and money. After Mom passed, Samira immediately pulled out a will, claiming she was entitled to everything. I was stunned by her coldness. But then, Mom’s doctor gave me a letter and a more recent will—one that left everything to me. Mom had seen through everything. Her note read, “I understand everything. I know who truly cared. That’s why I’m leaving everything to you. Keep your kindness. I love you. – Mom.” Tears filled my eyes. Even in death, Mom had protected me. I promised then and there to live with the same love, strength, and compassion she had shown her whole life