I’m an old woman. My husband passed away 2 months ago. After that I thought that nothing could hurt me like that, but my 2 sons didn’t think like that, look what they did.
All my life, my husband and I worked side by side and built a house, brought our children to their goals, but at the end of my life, I realized that my children not only do not appreciate what I have done, but are also heartless and soulless.
I was living in separate house with my husband.
Few weeks later after my husband’s death my sons came to me and sid that they were going to take me to a nursing home, because they wanted to sell the house.
I told them to give me some time to think, and while they were waiting for my answer, I donated the house to a young couple who was living next doors to me. They had always been warm and caring to us, so I decided to donate the house to them.
Then I gathered my clothes and told my sons to take me to the nursing home.
But in reality, I was going to my sister’s house. She was living alone, because her husband also passed away several years ago, but now at least we will be together and will help each other.