My brother and I were raised by our grandmother — a woman who gave us everything even when she had almost nothing. When I left home for work, I sent money to help her live comfortably, never imagining that my brother would betray that trust. He moved her into a care home without her consent and sold the house she’d built her life around. When I came back, the rooms were empty, but I refused to let anger lead. I brought Grandma home, made her safe, and quietly set things right.
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