After our dad’s death, my sister Helga became consumed by greed. She only showed up when she needed money, and Mom had had enough. She rewrote her will, leaving Helga just 30% of the inheritance. The final straw came during a phone call. Mom said, “I get to decide who receives my money,” and Helga snapped, “God, I can’t wait for you to die, and I’ll sue for my share!” I couldn’t believe her cruelty.
Helga’s harassment didn’t stop there. She called Mom daily, demanding she change the will. The stress became too much, and Mom passed away soon after. At the funeral, Helga put on a dramatic act, pretending to mourn, but it didn’t take long for her to start harassing me.
I decided to get creative. A month later, I called Helga and made her an offer: “I sold Mom’s house. Even though it was mine, I’ll give you half if you leave me alone. Deal?” She agreed without hesitation. I gave her the number to a safety deposit box and walked away. When she opened the box, she found an envelope with three dollar bills and a note.
Helga’s greed led to her downfall. The lesson is simple: treat your loved ones with care and respect, or you might end up with nothing but regret.
