THE SECOND I stepped in my daughter’s apartment, I could not bear to leave. I was filled with guilt, shame, and regrets. Sabina was a very wealthy woman. She was actually wealthier than me and her father combined. But her apartment was small and simple although it was neat and tidy. And it was full of things about me and her father. The video on the screen was among the many video clips that Sabina compiled in order to see me.
That silly kid. Why did she have to do this? This must have hurt her so much.
All the money and properties that Sabina inherited from her grandparents had been equally distributed to me, to her father, and to her half-siblings. It was written in her will. It was like she knew that she was dying soon. Until her death, all she ever thought about was us. But none of u
