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

Meeting at the café

The café was buzzing with the clinking of cups and chatter as Mom put on her brightest smile and beckoned me over. "Hi, good to see you," she chirped, breaking through the icy wall I'd built up over six years. Her eyes sparkled, but not for me. The moment I skipped over apologies and old wounds felt surreal, and I found myself picking up on the sweetness in her voice, though I was wary of her true intentions at the same time.

Feeling suspicious

While I tried not to tense up under her radiant smile, alarm bells were ringing in my head. Her sudden cordiality seemed false, like the exaggerated friendliness of a salesman, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this seemingly cozy meeting. Why now, after all this time? I asked myself, unsure if I even wanted to hear the answer. Mom just shrugged her shoulders, sipped her coffee and avoided my question. This reunion wasn't just about coffee, I knew that.