How My Privileged Family Turned Against Me And Now Wants My Property

An insincere invitation

"We should talk over coffee," Mom suggested, with a casual ease that seemed out of place, as if we were old friends and not estranged family. Her words hit me, and a wave of old pain rose up; it was as if she'd forgotten the emptiness I'd felt standing on the street with nowhere to go. Her voice dripped with cheerfulness, trying to paper over the cracks of the past. I hesitated, unsure how to classify her unexpected invitation.

Consent to see her

Curiosity buzzed inside me like a pesky mosquito that wouldn't leave me alone, and despite knowing better, I agreed to the meeting. "Okay, mom, let's do it," I mumbled, unsure of what to expect. A mixture of hesitation and anticipation filled me as I hung up the phone - part of me hoping for closure or an explanation, while the other dreaded the reason for her sudden interest in reconnecting.