At My Grandma’s Funeral, I Saw My Mom Hide Something in the Coffin—What I Found Shocked Me

Perhaps you could quit attempting to govern everyone from beyond the grave now. Good bye.

Victoria, that night I slept nowhere. I moved around my flat, memories realigning with this new reality.

The Christmas presents that appeared always overly costly. Mom had requested to “borrow” my credit card for emergencies at certain occasions. All those informal talks regarding Grandma’s money, passing for daughter’s worry.

One day she had questioned Mom about acquiring power of attorney. You know how forgetful she is becoming?

“She seems fine to me,” I said.

“Just planning ahead, darling.” We have to guard her resources.

Driven just by avarice, my mother had deceived both my grandma and now me. My head was clear but my eyes burned by dawn. I gave her a call, speaking steadily:

“Mom? Would be great to meet for coffee? I have something crucial I have to give you.

“What is it, sweetheart? ” Her voice was honey-sweet, gently worried. Are you alright? You sound weary.

“I’m alright. It concerns Grandma. She left for you a parcel. Said I should hand it to you “when the time was right.” “Oh!”; She sounded so eager, which made me cringe. Naturally, sweetheart. Where ought we to get together?

“The coffee shop on Mill Street? The silent one?

“Good.” Emerald, you are such a thoughtful daughter. So unlike my relationship with my mother.

Her comments were ironically a knife to my heart. “See you at two, Mom,” said After that, I hanged. As my mother walked into the coffee shop that day, the bell above the door rang and her eyes saw my handbag on the table right away.