My kids thought I was asleep when they started arguing about who would get my house after I passed away — so I taught them a lesson they never expected.

fist tangled in her sweater.

The years moved quickly after that.

Her children grew older, moved away, built careers, marriages, and families of their own. At first they still visited often. They called regularly. Holidays were loud and crowded.

But slowly, almost invisibly, things changed.

The calls became shorter.

The visits became rushed.

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