The emptiness of George’s departure permeates their residence, his presence enduring in the shirt Mariana grips nightly. However, it wasn’t his passing that devastated her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s insistence on inheriting his wealth. When she reluctantly agreed, an unexpected twist left Susan enraged and Mariana strangely content.
Progressing past the death of a dear one is always challenging. At times, I still sense my husband George’s voice echoing in my mind. I awaken holding his cherished shirt, his fragrance still clinging to the material. Yet, as I mourned him, my stepdaughter’s actions… they utterly broke me…
I am Mariana, aged 57, wed to the kindest man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, aged 34, from an earlier marriage.
Our bond with Susan was once good. She addressed me as “Mom” and filled the gap in my heart from not bearing my own children. I never viewed her as “another’s” child. I cherished her as my own daughter, truly.
When Susan wed her chosen partner, George and I were thrilled. But then, everything deteriorated when George received a terminal cancer diagnosis.
Susan’s visits reduced from weekly to monthly, then ceased entirely. She seldom visited her father, occasionally phoning to inquire about his health.
One day, she posed a question that tore me apart. “How long does he have left?”
Clutching the phone tightly, my voice shook. “Susan, your father isn’t an item with an expiration date.”
“I just need to know, Mom. I’m swamped, you know that… I can’t come by often,” she responded.
“Swamped?” I repeated, my tone filled with disbelief. “Too swamped to visit your dying father?”
She exhaled deeply. “Look, I’ll attempt to come soon, okay?”
But that “soon” never materialized.
Then, the dreaded day arrived. The hospital informed me that George had passed away peacefully.
I was devastated, barely able to stand as the reality sank in. My beloved George, gone.
Shockingly, Susan didn’t attend his funeral. When I called her, she promptly excused herself.
“I’m expecting, Mom,” she stated, her tone strangely indifferent. “The doctors advised against lengthy travel due to some medical concerns.”
I swallowed hard, holding back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you wish to bid him farewell one last time?”
“I can’t jeopardize my baby’s health,” she curtly replied. “You understand, right?”
I didn’t, not truly, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, dear. Take care.”
As I sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t dismiss the notion that our relationship had irrevocably changed.
Six months post-George’s death, I was startled by a loud knock at my door. Opening it, I saw Susan and her husband Doug, along with a severe-looking man in a suit.
Susan entered without greeting. “Mom, we need your signature on some documents.”
Baffled, I blinked. “Which documents?”
Doug handed me a stack of papers, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. They’re for transferring all the properties into our names.”
She Didn’t Cut Her Hair For 25 Years, But Wait Till You See Her Now
Wait Until You See Her Now—She Went 25 Years Without Cutting Her Hair.
Everybody has occasionally the want to change up one or more aspects of their appearance.
Whether it’s the uninteresting hairstyle we’ve had for years or the clothes we became tired of, a small change is always refreshing.
American Rosa Ramirez thought it was finally time for a haircut after going 25 years without one.
She got so long in her hair that she occasionally walked on it.
Over the years, her husband had tried to convince her to change her hairstyle, but she had always been quite proud of her 1.5 meter long hair.
After twenty-five years of hard work, she eventually had enough and, with a few of her friends, went to the hairdresser to get her hair cut shoulder-length.
Owner of the hair salon Eda Motchka said of Ramirez, “We love to see different things done on customers—different styles— and we meet very often and I always see her the same way.”
However, she was doing that for a purpose. Four feet of Rosa’s hair were donated to Locks of Love, a foundation that makes wigs for children whose hair has been lost due to cancer.
“I believe it could brighten the day of someone who is afflicted with a serious illness,” Ramirez remarked.
Seeing Rosa’s development is quite intriguing. Check out the video below to see it in action.
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