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My Brother Stole From Our Dying Mother... And I Had to Turn Him In | Reddit Story
Aug 1, 2025
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My Brother Stole From Our Dying Mother... And I Had to Turn Him In | Reddit Story
When my mother was dying from cancer, my brother betrayed her in the worst possible way. He wasn't just stealing her medication—he was robbing her of dignity and peace in her final days. This is the story of what happened, how I discovered the truth, and the impossible choice I had to make between justice and forgiveness.
This story is about family, addiction, betrayal, and ultimately... letting go.
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The air in my mother's bedroom hung
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heavy with the scent of sickness and the
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faint sickly sweet aroma of medicine.
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She was dying slowly, painfully from
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lung cancer.
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Her only comfort, her only respit from
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the agonizing pain came from opioid
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patches.
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I remember the exact moment my world
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tilted on its axis. I walked into her
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room expecting to find her resting, but
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instead I found Jake, my brother. his
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hand hovering over her bed. "What are
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you doing?" I demanded, my voice a low
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growl. He froze, a deer caught in
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headlights.
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He denied it at first, stammering,
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trying to deflect. But I kept pressing,
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the anger a cold fire in my gut.
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Finally, the dam broke. "Fine, I'm
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stealing them," he blurted out, his
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voice laced with a strange mix of
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defiance and self-pity. "And guess what?
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I do it every night. Each time she goes
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to bed, I walk in, kiss her forehead,
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and say, "Good night, mommy." Then I
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reach under her bed and steal a few
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more. Is that what you wanted to hear
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to? But it wasn't just the theft. He had
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gone further, twisting the knife of
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betrayal. He'd convinced mom she was
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misplacing her patches, even helped her
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look for them, playing the concerned son
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while actively ensuring her suffering.
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"Why?" I asked, my voice barely a
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whisper. He looked at me, his eyes
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hollow. I'm selling them. I owe money to
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some really bad people. Then came the
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line that would forever echo in my
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nightmares. Mom will die anyway, so I
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may as well save my own life. It's what
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she would want. That was the moment I
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lost it. Rage erupted, hot and blinding.
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Pathetic, I roared. A coward, a
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disgusting excuse for a son. The door
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swung open, and my mother stood there,
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frail and impossibly small. Her face was
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etched with pain, the cancer claiming
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more of her with each passing day.
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I knew with a sickening certainty that
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the truth would crush her. She began to
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ask relentlessly what was happening. I
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stood silent, unable to deliver the
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blow, but her gaze hardened, demanding I
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tell her, my voice barely a whisper, I
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confessed.
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Jake is stealing your patches. He plans
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to sell them for money. the look on her
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face. I will never forget it. Tears
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welled in her eyes as she turned to
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Jake, who stood staring at the floor,
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utterly ashamed. "Is it true?" she
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whispered. He nodded, a barely
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perceptible dip of his head. He tried to
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explain himself, muttering about being
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in deep and scared, but I didn't know
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what he meant. "Deep in what?" I watched
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her heartbreak right in front of me.
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Tears streamed down her face as she
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shook her head slowly. The silence
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stretched, heavy and suffocating.
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Jake stood there looking like a little
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kid caught with his hand in the cookie
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jar. Finally, mom turned and walked back
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to the living room, but not before
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casting one last crushing look of
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disappointment at Jake. I was too angry
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to feel sorry for him. How could he do
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something like this? The next few days
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passed in a tense, awkward silence.
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When Jake and I spoke, our words were
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clipped, cold. My anger simmered, then
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began to boil as a new thought took
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root. There had to be more to this.
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Jake had always been a screw-up, but
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this felt like a new low, even for him.
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I had to dig to uncover the full extent
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of his betrayal.
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Jake, ever the charmer, had always
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talked his way out of trouble. But charm
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has its limits. I started with the
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obvious. Where was he spending his time?
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I discovered he'd been frequenting a
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casino an hour away. At first, I assumed
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he was blowing off steam. Then I dug
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deeper. He wasn't just gambling. He was
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losing thousands of dollars. He owed
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money to people who haunted the casino's
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edges. Lone sharks, I guessed. I knew
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they wouldn't let him walk away if he
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didn't pay. Then the final sickening
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blow.
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I checked mom's accounts. large
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unexplained lumpsums had been withdrawn.
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The recipient was starkly clear. My
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brother, he wasn't just stealing her
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pain medication. He was siphoning money
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from her dwindling savings to fund his
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addiction. Money she desperately needed
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for her own medical bills, for constant
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co-ayments that were slowly, surely
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draining her account now that she
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couldn't work. I had to confront him. I
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couldn't let him continue to get away
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with this.
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I chose the kitchen late one night,
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knowing his habit of snacking. I
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cornered him as he made a sandwich. I
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laid out everything I knew, every sorted
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detail.
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Jake froze, dropping the knife onto the
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counter with a clatter. For a second, I
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thought he'd deny it, spin another web
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of lies.
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But then all the fight went out of him.
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He confessed every last miserable
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detail. He apologized, said he never
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meant for it to get this bad. that he
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thought he could handle his addiction.
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"Now he didn't know what to do. "They'll
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end me if I don't get them their money
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by next month," he mumbled, slumping
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into a chair, burying his face in his
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hands. "I just stood there staring. I
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wanted to feel sorry for him, but I
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couldn't. Not after what he'd done to
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mom. You need to leave," I told him, my
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voice flat. "You can't stay here and
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keep stealing from mom." He didn't
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argue. He just nodded, defeated. He
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packed his things and left. For a
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fleeting moment, a small sense of relief
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washed over me. At least he wasn't here
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to cause any more trouble. But that
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relief was short-lived. Mom's health
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began to deteriorate rapidly. The cancer
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spread like wildfire, and the patches,
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her only shield against the pain, were
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no longer enough. She was in constant
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agony. It crushed me watching her suffer
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utterly helpless. She asked me to
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forgive Jake. I couldn't. Every time I
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thought about what he did, my blood
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boiled. I tried to focus on caring for
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her, but the anger was a constant
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maddening hum. A few days later, a noise
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late at night. Everyone should have been
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asleep. I crept out and there he was.
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Jake ransacking the house, stuffing
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electronics, valuables, anything he
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could get his hands on into a bag. After
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rumaging through my things, he turned to
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mom's jewelry, cash, anything. I saw
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Red. I grabbed him, yanked him away from
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the dresser. I yelled. He pleaded,
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begged for one more chance, claiming he
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needed the money that night or he'd be
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done for. I didn't care. I'm calling the
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police, I declared, reaching for my
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phone. He begged me not to, claiming his
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creditors would come for us if I did. I
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almost believed him, but I dialed
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anyway. Before I could hit call, Mom's
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voice echoed down the hall, weak but
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firm. Stop.
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She stood there, barely upright, her
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face contorted in pain. Seeing her like
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that, knowing her suffering, something
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inside me snapped. I had to protect her.
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I dialed. The police came. They took
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Jake away, his face a mask of betrayal
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as they dragged him out. With Jake in
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jail, the house was quieter. But mom's
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condition worsened with each passing
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day. The doctor said there was nothing
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more they could do. I could see her
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hanging on by a thread, and all I could
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do was make her as comfortable as
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possible. One afternoon, as I sat by her
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bedside, she surprised me. She wanted to
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spend a day together, just the two of
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us. She looked surprisingly energetic.
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We revisited my favorite childhood
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spots, the old ice cream shop, the park
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where I used to play. For a moment, it
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was like I was 10 years old again,
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laughing with mom. Back home, settled in
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the living room. She took a deep breath.
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The doctors, she said, her voice thin.
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The cancer is more aggressive than they
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thought. I don't have much time left. My
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heart sank, the joy of our day
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evaporating.
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She squeezed my hand. I need to ask you
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something important.
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She wanted me to forgive Jake. She knew
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what he'd done, but she didn't want to
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leave this world with her sons at odds.
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She understood my anger, my hurt, but
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she pleaded with me for her sake to let
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go. It was her last wish. Then she asked
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me to forgive her. "For what?" I asked,
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bewildered, telling her she'd done
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nothing wrong. Tears welled in her eyes.
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I need to come clean about your father.
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Our dad left when I was five, Jake 3.
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I'd hated him ever since, never
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understanding why he abandoned us. My
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mother's confession shattered my
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understanding of our past. He didn't
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leave us because he didn't love us. He
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left because he had a gambling problem,
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just like Jake. I kicked him out to
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protect you from the people who were
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after him. "Why didn't you tell us?" I
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whispered.
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I didn't want you to feel like he had
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chosen his addiction over you," she
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said, her voice catching. "I didn't want
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you to worry. I thought if I kept it
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from you, you would grow up without the
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pain of him being there. She saw now."
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She admitted that she was wrong. The
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weight of her words settled over me.
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Jake, he was just following in our dad's
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footsteps, trapped in the same cycle.
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And mom all these years had tried to
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protect us from it. It was too late now.
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A few days later, mom's health took a
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final sharp turn. I rushed her to the
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hospital, but it was clear there was
10:00
nothing more. She passed away
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peacefully, but the loss was unbearable.
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At her funeral, I stood, a raw wound of
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anger and sadness. Jake was led out of
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jail to attend. Seeing him, all the
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emotions I'd held back erupted.
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"I can't believe you did this to her," I
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choked out.
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You stole from our dying mother. He
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looked hollow, his eyes glossed over,
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mumbling apologies, saying he'd learned
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his lesson. I couldn't hear it. The pain
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was too deep.
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I never want to see you again, I told
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him, turning my back and walking away.
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After the funeral, I cut Jake out of my
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life completely.
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Weeks turned into months. I tried to
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move on, but it wasn't easy.
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Mom's face. The look of pain and
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betrayal haunted me. I sought therapy,
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hoping to work through the anger. It
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helped a little, but a part of me
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couldn't let go. I couldn't forgive him.
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I kept thinking about mom's confession,
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Dad's addiction, her attempt to protect
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us. It didn't make Jake's actions any
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easier to accept.
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Jake tried to reach out from jail,
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sending letters. I read them, but I
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never responded. I knew he was sorry,
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but it didn't change what he'd done.
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Eventually, the letters stopped. One
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day, the warden called. Jake had been in
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a fight in the hospital. I sat there
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staring into nothing. Part of me wanted
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to rush to him to see if he was okay.
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The other part wanted to ignore it. In
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the end, I did nothing. Then, another
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letter from Jake. I almost threw it
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away, but something stopped me inside a
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single sheet of paper. I'm sorry. I love
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you. Please forgive me. I stared at the
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words, a lump in my throat. I folded the
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letter, put it in a drawer. It was time.
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Time to forgive Jake. Not for him, but
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for me. I grabbed a pen, a fresh sheet
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of paper. Dear Jake, I wrote. I got your
12:05
letter. I've thought a lot about what
12:08
you wrote and decided to forgive you.
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But this is the last time you'll ever
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hear from me. I need to move on with my
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life. And that means letting go of the
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past and letting go of you. I want you
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to know that I've forgiven you. And I
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think mom would want me to let it go.
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She asked me to forgive you. And even
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though it's taken me this long, I'm
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doing it now.
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I hope you can find a way to move on,
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too. To live your life in a way that
12:33
would make mom proud. I don't want
12:36
anything to do with you anymore. But I
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want you to know you've been forgiven.
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I hope you can find some peace in that.
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Take care of yourself.
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Goodbye.
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I leaned back. A colossal weight lifted.
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I folded the letter, slipped it into an
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envelope, addressed it to Jake. As I
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sealed it, I knew this was the end of
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our road. I mailed the letter the next
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day. After that, I tried to keep Jake
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out of my