The moment they learned the value of my pension, my daughter and son-in-law came to my house.
“How much do you get each month, Mom? We want half!”
So I handed them a black folder with documents I had already prepared for that very moment—then their faces went pale when they opened it and saw what was inside…
The moment they found out the value of my retirement package, my daughter Natalie and my son-in-law Adrien came straight to my house. They didn’t even call ahead.
They simply showed up, walked in as if they owned the place, and sat down in my living room with that expression I knew all too well.
It was that calculating look that says they’re coming for something specific—something they believe belongs to them.
Natalie went straight to the point.
“Mom, we need to know something.
How much are you getting every month from your pension?”
Because Adrien and I have been thinking. And, well, considering we are your family and that we have helped you so much, we believe it is only fair that we share that.
We want half.
I looked at her in silence.
“Three thousand a month,” I said finally.
My voice sounded calmer than I expected. Natalie and Adrien looked at each other, and I saw their eyes light up with that greed disguised as family entitlement.
“Perfect,” Adrien said, leaning forward.
“So that is fifteen hundred for us every month.
It’s the minimum after everything we have done for you, Eleanor. You are already older. You don’t need that much money.”
I said nothing else.
I simply got up from my chair with all the calm in the world, walked toward the antique cabinet by the window, and pulled out a black binder that had been waiting for this moment for months.
It was a thick, heavy binder full of documents I had prepared exactly for this day.
I returned and placed it on the table right in front of them.
Then I handed them that black binder with a tranquility that surprised even me.
“Open it,” I told Natalie. “I think this answers everything you came to ask me for today.”
Natalie extended her hand with a confident smile, as if she expected to find the deed to the house or some document confirming her fantasy of controlling my money.
Adrien leaned over her shoulder to look as well.
And when they opened that binder—when their eyes began to read the first pages—their faces went pale. Completely pale.
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