My Daughter Reacted Strongly When I Refused To Give Her The Money From Selling My Farm. My Older Son Took Her Side And Crossed A Line. Twenty Minutes Later, Both Of Them Regretted What They’d Done.

Throughout all these years, while my children, Michael and Patricia, lived their lives in the city, I managed as best I could to stay afloat. I worked cleaning houses, selling turkey and mashed potato plates on the weekends, and even babysitting the neighbors’ children to be able to pay my basic expenses. I never asked my children for financial help because I knew they had their own responsibilities.

And besides, I have always been a proud woman, one of those who prefers to solve her problems alone rather than be a burden to anyone. The farm had become a constant worry. The roofs leaked, the fences were broken, and the vegetation had grown so much that it looked like an abandoned jungle.

Several neighbors had suggested I sell it, but I always refused because I felt I would be betraying Edward’s memory. That land had been his family’s dream for generations, and getting rid of it felt like tearing out a piece of my heart. But six months ago, everything changed.

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