After Our Mom’s Death, My Sister Claimed I Had No Right to Inheritance—But In the End, She Deeply Regretted It

I put my life on hold to care for Mom.

When her health declined, I moved into her house, managing her medications, taking her to appointments, and sitting by her bedside through countless sleepless nights. It was exhausting, but I never once regretted it.

My sister, Barbara? She was too busy chasing her acting dreams in California. She visited twice in three years, both times only staying for a weekend. She was always too *busy* for Mom but had plenty of time for red carpet events and Instagram selfies with C-list celebrities.

When Mom passed, I was devastated. Barbara, on the other hand, arrived **grinning** at the lawyer’s office, looking like she had **won the lottery.**

Before the lawyer could even read the will, she reached into her **designer bag** and pulled out a **yellowed, folded piece of paper.**

*”Before you read that,”* she said, smirking, *”I have something interesting to share. The thing is—Charlotte WON’T GET A DIME.”*

I blinked. *”What are you talking about?”*

Barbara dramatically unfolded the paper and placed it on the lawyer’s desk.

*”This is a handwritten note from Mom. I found it in her drawer when I was looking for… uh, sentimental things.”* (Right. **Jewelry.**) *”In it, she says she doesn’t want Charlotte inheriting anything. Since it’s dated after the official will, this should override it!”*

My stomach twisted. *She wouldn’t.*

The lawyer picked up the paper, adjusted his glasses, and scanned it silently. Barbara crossed her arms, practically **vibrating** with confidence.

I, on the other hand, felt like I might throw up. Had Mom really written me out of the will? Had she changed her mind after everything I had done for her?

Finally, the lawyer **chuckled.**

Barbara frowned. *”What’s so funny?”*

He cleared his throat. *”This note is not legally binding.”*

*”What? But it’s in her handwriting!”* she snapped.

*”Yes. But this is also… a grocery list.”* He turned it so we could see.

Barbara snatched it up, eyes scanning the paper.

**Eggs
Milk
Bananas
NO WALNUTS FOR CHARLOTTE!**

My mother had written that because I was **allergic to walnuts.**

Barbara’s face turned **beet red.**

I would have laughed if I wasn’t so furious.

The lawyer shook his head. *”Let’s proceed with the real will, shall we?”*

And then came **Barbara’s real regret.**

Mom had left **me the house** and a **substantial amount of her savings.** Barbara? She got **one single dollar.**

Mom **hadn’t** forgotten who was there for her in her final years. She knew who had cared and who had only shown up to **rummage through her belongings.**

Barbara stormed out, **furious and humiliated.**

I stayed behind, pressing a hand to my mouth to stifle my laughter.

Mom always did have a great sense of humor.