The emptiness of George’s departure permeates their residence, his presence enduring in the shirt Mariana grips nightly. However, it wasn’t his passing that devastated her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s insistence on inheriting his wealth. When she reluctantly agreed, an unexpected twist left Susan enraged and Mariana strangely content.
Progressing past the death of a dear one is always challenging. At times, I still sense my husband George’s voice echoing in my mind. I awaken holding his cherished shirt, his fragrance still clinging to the material. Yet, as I mourned him, my stepdaughter’s actions… they utterly broke me…
I am Mariana, aged 57, wed to the kindest man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, aged 34, from an earlier marriage.
Our bond with Susan was once good. She addressed me as “Mom” and filled the gap in my heart from not bearing my own children. I never viewed her as “another’s” child. I cherished her as my own daughter, truly.
When Susan wed her chosen partner, George and I were thrilled. But then, everything deteriorated when George received a terminal cancer diagnosis.
Susan’s visits reduced from weekly to monthly, then ceased entirely. She seldom visited her father, occasionally phoning to inquire about his health.
One day, she posed a question that tore me apart. “How long does he have left?”
Clutching the phone tightly, my voice shook. “Susan, your father isn’t an item with an expiration date.”
“I just need to know, Mom. I’m swamped, you know that… I can’t come by often,” she responded.
“Swamped?” I repeated, my tone filled with disbelief. “Too swamped to visit your dying father?”
She exhaled deeply. “Look, I’ll attempt to come soon, okay?”
But that “soon” never materialized.
Then, the dreaded day arrived. The hospital informed me that George had passed away peacefully.
I was devastated, barely able to stand as the reality sank in. My beloved George, gone.
Shockingly, Susan didn’t attend his funeral. When I called her, she promptly excused herself.
“I’m expecting, Mom,” she stated, her tone strangely indifferent. “The doctors advised against lengthy travel due to some medical concerns.”
I swallowed hard, holding back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you wish to bid him farewell one last time?”
“I can’t jeopardize my baby’s health,” she curtly replied. “You understand, right?”
I didn’t, not truly, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, dear. Take care.”
As I sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t dismiss the notion that our relationship had irrevocably changed.
Six months post-George’s death, I was startled by a loud knock at my door. Opening it, I saw Susan and her husband Doug, along with a severe-looking man in a suit.
Susan entered without greeting. “Mom, we need your signature on some documents.”
Baffled, I blinked. “Which documents?”
Doug handed me a stack of papers, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. They’re for transferring all the properties into our names.”
Parents Expected To Have One Baby, But Identical Triplets Were Born: What Do They Look Like Now?
For every woman, the time leading up to the birth of a child is unique and emotional, full of love and excitement. On the other hand, worries and concerns around the pregnancy are typical. Nevertheless, after the much-anticipated child is born, these worries pass.
Mothers are occasionally taken aback by unanticipated blessings, as one Iranian woman found out.
She had expected to give birth to a single child during her pregnancy, but to her surprise, Elnaz, Golnaz, and Tanaz, three identical girls, were born. This happy occasion took place in a modest Iranian family twenty years ago.
The parents were ecstatic when their daughters arrived, despite their financial struggles. They gave them the greatest education and upbringing possible, even though women’s chances were restricted by Iranian society conventions.
The girls took the risk of moving to London when they grew older and saw how little opportunities there were in Iran.
They set off on this new voyage, leaving behind their own country in search of a better future, with the encouragement of their father. They followed modeling careers in London, where they soon achieved some success and partnerships with well-known brands.
The sisters are nevertheless optimistic about their chances of success even though they haven’t yet attained international renown.
On social media, the sisters chronicle their stylish lives and trips while keeping a consistent online persona. They embrace their sense of style and frequently coordinate their outfits to keep everything cohesive.
Elnaz, Golnaz, and Tanaz are hopeful about their future pursuits and appreciative of their parents’ unwavering support.
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