I CARED FOR MOM UNTIL HER LAST BREATH—MY BROTHER TOOK THE HOUSE AND LEFT ME WITH NOTHING
For six years, I paused everything in my life. I cared for Mom—bathed her, fed her, stayed awake through endless nights holding her hand when the pain became unbearable. My brother, Anthony, on the other hand, showed up only when it was convenient for him. Quick visits, a bouquet of flowers here, and a “Let…