{"id":11824,"date":"2025-04-03T01:49:40","date_gmt":"2025-04-03T01:49:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/scenicwhispers.com\/?p=11824"},"modified":"2025-04-03T01:49:45","modified_gmt":"2025-04-03T01:49:45","slug":"my-selfish-sister-stayed-by-moms-side-when-she-fell-ill-but-everything-changed-after-the-doctor-shared-moms-last-words-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/scenicwhispers.com\/archives\/11824","title":{"rendered":"My Selfish Sister Stayed by Mom’s Side When She Fell Ill, but Everything Changed after the Doctor Shared Mom’s Last Words \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
When Mom fell ill, my sister suddenly became the perfect daughter. She moved in with Mom and kept me away, claiming she was taking care of everything. But I knew my sister too well. Her motives were never pure. I couldn\u2019t stop her, but everything changed when the doctor gave me Mom\u2019s final note.\n\n
I never understood how such different children could grow up in the same family. Not until my sister and I became adults. Our mom raised us by herself, and the older I got, the more I realized how hard it was for her.\n\n
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I remember the tiny apartment we lived in when I was little. It was always cold in the winter, and I could hear the wind whistling through the cracks in the windows. Mom worked two jobs just to keep a roof over our heads, but it was never enough.\n\n
Sometimes, there wasn\u2019t much food in the house. I still remember the nights when our neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, brought us dinner.\n\n
She would kindly smile as she handed over a steaming pot of soup or a plate of pasta.\n\n
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I didn\u2019t understand back then how much it meant. I only knew that I wasn\u2019t hungry anymore.\n\n
But I noticed how Mom never ate with us. She would sit quietly, pretending she wasn\u2019t hungry, but I knew the truth.\n\n
She gave everything she had to us. Over time, though, things got better. Mom found a better job, and slowly, we climbed out of poverty.\n\n
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She saved enough to move us into a nicer house, and eventually, Samira and I went to college.\n\n
But Samira didn\u2019t remember those hard times the way I did. She was too young to understand the struggles Mom faced.\n\n
Maybe that\u2019s why she turned out the way she did. How should I put it? A little selfish and carefree.\n\n
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Even after she finished college, she didn\u2019t want to work. She kept asking Mom for money and spent it like it would never run out.\n\n
But things took a turn for the worse. One day, Mom called me and asked me to come over.\n\n
\u201cIs everything okay?\u201d I asked.\n\n
\u201cYes, yes, I just need to talk to you,\u201d Mom replied.\n\n
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Her words echoed in my head as I drove to her house after work. I felt uneasy. Mom never called me like that. When I arrived, the front door was open, so I walked in.\n\n
\u201cMom?\u201d I called out.\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m in the kitchen, honey,\u201d she called back.\n\n
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I walked in and saw her sitting at the table with a cup of tea. Her hands rested on the table, but they looked tired. Her eyes, usually bright, seemed dull.\n\n
\u201cWhat happened? What did you want to talk about?\u201d I asked as I sat down.\n\n
Mom took a deep breath. \u201cI went to the doctor today. Unfortunately, I have bad news,\u201d she said softly.\n\n
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My heart pounded. \u201cWhy? What\u2019s wrong?\u201d\n\n
\u201cMy heart,\u201d Mom said quietly. \u201cThey gave me a year, at best.\u201d\n\n
The words hit me like a brick. \u201cIsn\u2019t there anything that can be done? I\u2019ll pay whatever it takes, just tell me,\u201d I said, my voice shaking.\n\n
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\u201cA year is the most I\u2019ll get with treatment. Without it, I might not even make it two months,\u201d Mom said.\n\n
\u201cNo, no, this can\u2019t be true,\u201d I whispered. Tears filled my eyes.\n\n
\u201cBut it\u2019s true,\u201d Mom said. \u201cIt looks like all the stress and overwork didn\u2019t do me any good.\u201d\n\n
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I couldn\u2019t hold back, so I moved closer and hugged her. \u201cWe\u2019ll get through this, Mom. I\u2019ll be here with you.\u201d\n\n
\u201cI know,\u201d Mom said softly, stroking my hair like she used to when I was little. \u201cJust don\u2019t tell Samira anything for now.\u201d\n\n
\u201cWhy not? She\u2019ll keep asking you for money when you need it for treatment,\u201d I said.\n\n
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\u201cShe\u2019s living off her new boyfriend right now, so we can be calm for a while,\u201d Mom replied.\n\n
I shook my head. \u201cThis is wrong.\u201d\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ll tell her myself when the time is right,\u201d Mom said.\n\n
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Mom told Samira everything a month after our conversation. Samira had come over to ask for money again after breaking up with her boyfriend.\n\n
After talking to Mom, Samira came straight to me. She didn\u2019t even knock. She walked in like she owned the place and sat on my couch.\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want you visiting Mom,\u201d Samira said.\n\n
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\u201cAre you out of your mind? Mom is sick. I\u2019ll visit her. Someone needs to help her,\u201d I said. I couldn\u2019t believe she was saying this.\n\n
\u201cI know why you\u2019re so concerned about her \u2014 to get all her inheritance for yourself. But that won\u2019t happen,\u201d Samira said.\n\n
\u201cAre you serious? I don\u2019t care about the money. I want to help Mom,\u201d I said. \u201cOr are you judging everyone by yourself?\u201d\n\n
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Samira rolled her eyes. \u201cI know that\u2019s not true. Mom always loved me more because she gave me more money. So now, you want to get something after she\u2019s gone,\u201d she said.\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s so stupid if that\u2019s really what you think. I\u2019ll keep visiting Mom. Someone needs to help her,\u201d I said firmly.\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry about that. I\u2019ve already planned everything. I\u2019m moving in with Mom and taking care of her,\u201d Samira said.\n\n
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\u201cYou? Since when are you so caring? You\u2019ve never cared about anyone but yourself,\u201d I said.\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not true. I\u2019ve always cared about Mom, and now she needs me. So don\u2019t even try coming over. I won\u2019t let you in,\u201d Samira said.\n\n
She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left without another word. I stared at the door after she was gone.\n\n
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I couldn\u2019t believe how selfish Samira was. I knew she was doing it for herself. Only for herself.\n\n
But as it turned out, she wasn\u2019t joking. Samira didn\u2019t let me see Mom, always coming up with excuses like, \u201cMom is sleeping,\u201d \u201cMom doesn\u2019t feel well,\u201d or \u201cMom went to the doctor.\u201d\n\n
So, I texted Mom and asked her to let me know when Samira wouldn\u2019t be home so I could visit.\n\n
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One afternoon, Mom texted that Samira had gone to the mall and I could come over. I stopped by the grocery store to get some supplies and headed straight to Mom\u2019s.\n\n
When I arrived, Mom was lying on the couch, watching TV. She looked tired, but her eyes lit up when she saw me.\n\n
\u201cHow are you feeling?\u201d I asked as I stepped closer.\n\n
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\u201cNot too bad. I\u2019m managing,\u201d Mom said with a weak smile.\n\n
\u201cI brought you some groceries,\u201d I said, placing the bag on the floor. \u201cI got your favorite tea and some fresh fruit.\u201d\n\n
\u201cThank you, honey,\u201d Mom said, but her face grew serious. \u201cWhy haven\u2019t you been visiting me? Samira said you didn\u2019t want to because I\u2019d become a burden.\u201d\n\n
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My heart stopped. I couldn\u2019t believe what I was hearing. \u201cShe said what?!\u201d I was outraged. \u201cI didn\u2019t come because Samira wouldn\u2019t let me. She always had an excuse. As soon as I had the chance, I came,\u201d I said.\n\n
\u201cI see,\u201d Mom replied.\n\n
\u201cHow is it with Samira? Does she help?\u201d I asked.\n\n
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\u201cYes, yes. She\u2019s by my side almost all the time. She cooks, cleans, and brings me medicine,\u201d Mom said. \u201cI think my illness has changed her for the better,\u201d she added.\n\n
\u201cYeah, right,\u201d I muttered under my breath. \u201cAnd do you have enough money?\u201d I asked, trying to change the subject.\n\n
\u201cFor now, yes, although Samira spends a lot. I\u2019m afraid we won\u2019t have enough for the medicine soon,\u201d Mom said, her voice filled with concern.\n\n
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\u201cDon\u2019t worry about that. I\u2019ll talk to the doctor and take care of everything,\u201d I said firmly.\n\n
\u201cAlright, thank you,\u201d Mom said with a tired smile.\n\n
I stayed with her for a while longer. We talked about small things. I didn\u2019t want to leave, but Mom said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. I helped her to her room, guiding her gently.\n\n
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\u201cNicole,\u201d Mom softly said when she lay down. \u201cI\u2019ve lived a long life, and I understand everything.\u201d\n\n
I just nodded. Her words didn\u2019t make sense to me, but I thought she was just tired.\n\n
I put away the groceries and quietly left. But I didn\u2019t go home. I couldn\u2019t. I drove straight to the hospital.\n\n
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I knocked on Dr. Miller\u2019s office door, and after hearing, \u201cCome in!\u201d I entered.\n\n
\u201cHello, I\u2019m the daughter of one of your patients, Martha\u2026\u201d\n\n
\u201cOh, you must be Nicole,\u201d said Dr. Miller, not even letting me finish Mom\u2019s full name. \u201cHave a seat. Martha talked a lot about you.\u201d\n\n
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I sat down across from Dr. Miller. \u201cI want to talk about Mom\u2019s treatment. From now on, send all the bills to me, for anything,\u201d I said.\n\n
\u201cI thought Samira was paying for everything,\u201d Dr. Miller said, his eyebrows raised.\n\n
\u201cYes, with Mom\u2019s money, but she spends a lot too. I don\u2019t want Mom worrying about finances,\u201d I said.\n\n
\u201cAlright, we can arrange that,\u201d Dr. Miller said with a nod.\n\n
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I felt some relief knowing I could finally help Mom without interference. But I knew this was just the beginning.\n\n
When I started receiving the hospital bills, I was shocked by the amounts. Each bill was higher than I expected.\n\n
I couldn\u2019t believe Mom had enough money for all of it, considering how much Samira was spending.\n\n
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I wondered where the money was coming from. I knew Mom\u2019s savings were running low.\n\n
With each passing month, Mom\u2019s condition worsened. Her strength faded, and she spent more time in bed.\n\n
She had to be hospitalized, and I was finally able to visit her whenever I wanted. Samira couldn\u2019t stop me from going to the hospital.\n\n
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I spent every evening by Mom\u2019s side. I read to her, held her hand, and made sure she was comfortable.\n\n
Samira watched me with resentment. Trying to win Mom\u2019s attention, she practically moved into the hospital and never left her side. But I knew her reasons were not pure.\n\n
One evening, Samira came up to me while I was sitting with Mom. Her expression was serious.\n\n