I took care of my mom until her last breath – and my brother took the house and left me with nothing
I bathed my mother, fed her meals, kept vigil through sleepless nights, and squeezed her hand when pain was unbearable. And my brother, Artyom? He showed up when it suited him. Short visits. A bouquet here and there. “If something happens, let me know.” And then, suddenly, she was gone. I hadn’t even begun…
