{"id":6708,"date":"2025-01-16T13:00:16","date_gmt":"2025-01-16T13:00:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=6708"},"modified":"2025-01-16T13:00:20","modified_gmt":"2025-01-16T13:00:20","slug":"3-incredible-stories-where-money-caused-a-rift-in-the-family-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/6708","title":{"rendered":"3 Incredible Stories Where Money Caused a Rift in the Family"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Money has been called the root of all evil, but these lifeless pieces of paper don\u2019t change anyone; they change on their own. In the following stories, people showed their true nature when faced with large amounts of money.\n

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One of the three people in the following tales tried to monopolize her husband\u2019s life and money by kicking his son out, while another tried to bring a feuding family together using finances. A third got a life insurance policy and pretended to be dead. Read on\u2026\n\n

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A family sitting around a table filled with money\n\n\n

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1. My Stepmom Tried Kicking Me Out Only to Discover Something Shocking About Our House That Turned the Tables Around\n\n
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Returning from work, I was wiped out. College classes by day, gaming store shifts by night\u2026 it was endless. I never wanted this part-time job, especially since Dad\u2019s income could cover my expenses.\n\n

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But my stepmom, Karen, insisted, claiming it\u2019d \u201cteach him responsibility.\u201d When I walked in, my father and stepmom were on my case. Karen was on me immediately, asking, \u201cWhy are you late? You were supposed to clean today!\u201d\n

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An upset woman\n\n\n

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I tried to keep calm.\n\n

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\u201cI had a long day. I\u2019ll clean tomorrow.\u201d\n

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My stepmom folded her arms, her voice sharp as she questioned, \u201cTomorrow? That\u2019s not how responsibility works, Marcus.\u201d\n\n

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I couldn\u2019t hold back. \u201cYou\u2019re home all day. Is cleaning really that hard?\u201d\n\n

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Her face flushed red. \u201cHow dare YOU speak to ME like that!\u201d\n\n

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Just then, Dad entered the room, looking between us. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMarcus refuses to clean,\u201d Karen said, crossing her arms.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m not refusing. I said I\u2019ll do it tomorrow. I\u2019m tired,\u201d I explained, swallowing back my frustration.\n\n

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An upset boy\n\n\n

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Dad sighed, glancing at Karen. \u201cHe\u2019ll do it tomorrow. Let\u2019s leave it at that.\u201d\n\n

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Relieved, I turned toward my room, but Dad stopped me. \u201cDon\u2019t go anywhere tonight, son. We have news to share.\u201d\n\n

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Nodding, I headed upstairs.\n\n

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When Dad came to get me later, I dragged myself down to the table, where a cold plate of leftovers waited. As I picked at my food, I felt Karen\u2019s and Dad\u2019s eyes on me.\n\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019s this big news?\u201d I asked, glancing up.\n\n

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A boy looking ahead at the dinner table\n\n\n

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Dad shared a quick look with Karen. \u201cWe\u2019re pregnant!\u201d they announced together.\n\n

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I froze, almost choking. \u201cUh\u2026 congratulations,\u201d I managed, forcing a smile.\n\n

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Dad looked thrilled, but Karen\u2019s expression stayed cold.\n\n

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Turning somber, he started, \u201cSon, I don\u2019t know how to say this\u2026 but\u2026\u201d\n\n

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\u201cActually, Marcus,\u201d Karen began, cutting my dad off, \u201cYOU need to move out.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cWhat? Dad, what is she talking about?!\u201d I stammered, looking at Dad, shocked.\n\n

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A confused boy\n\n\n

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Karen\u2019s look didn\u2019t waver. \u201cMy baby is on the way, and we need to prepare the house for it, maybe do renovations. You\u2019ll just be a burden and in the way. We need space for our child.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cDad? Where will I go? I can\u2019t afford rent\u2026 I work part-time and study! And\u2026 God, this is my home too! Dad, say something! Please!\u201d I looked at him, feeling a wave of betrayal.\n\n

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Dad shifted uncomfortably, looking at me and back at Karen, but stayed silent.\n\n

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Realizing I was on my own, I said, \u201cYou know what? You two can go to hell!\u201d before storming off to my room and slamming the door!\n\n

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An angry boy storming off | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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That night, I lay there, feeling lost and abandoned. They couldn\u2019t just toss me out like this, I thought desperately. As their muffled voices drifted through the door, I pressed my ear against it.\n\n

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Dad sounded hesitant as he said, \u201cMaybe he should stay until he finishes school\u2026\u201d\n\n

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Karen\u2019s reply was sharp. \u201cTom, we\u2019ve been over this. He has to go.\u201d\n\n

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At that moment, I felt utterly alone.\n\n

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An upset boy | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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Karen\u2019s voice cut in, \u201cYou have three days to figure it out,\u201d she insisted, having walked into my room without even knocking.\n\n

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I felt heat rush to my face. \u201cI\u2019m a student with a part-time job! I can\u2019t afford a place, let alone in three days!\u201d\n\n

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But I was talking to my stepmom\u2019s back as she walked away.\n\n

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Then I thought of Grandma Rose. Maybe she\u2019d help. I dialed her number, hands shaking.\n\n

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\u201cGrandma Rose? It\u2019s Marcus,\u201d I choked out.\n\n

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\u201cMarcus? What\u2019s wrong?\u201d she asked, concerned.\n\n

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An upset woman on the phone | Source: Pexels\n\n\n

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I spilled everything, barely holding back tears.\n\n

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Rose listened quietly, then said, \u201cDo nothing, sweetheart. I\u2019ll be there soon.\u201d\n\n

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The next day, my late grandmother\u2019s sister arrived at our door, eyes blazing. She didn\u2019t wait a second.\n\n

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\u201cEveryone to the living room. Now.\u201d\n\n

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Karen\u2019s glare met Rose\u2019s, but my grandma spoke first.\n\n

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\u201cHow dare you throw a child out of his home?\u201d she demanded, her voice like steel.\n\n

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An upset woman shouting | Source: Freepik\n\n\n

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\u201cMarcus isn\u2019t a child,\u201d Karen snapped back.\n\n

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\u201cUntil he finishes school, he is,\u201d Rose replied. \u201cBut none of this matters. This is Marcus\u2019s house. He isn\u2019t going anywhere.\u201d\n\n

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I blinked, shocked, as Karen scoffed. Rose\u2019s next words shut her down.\n\n

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\u201cMy late sister left the house to Marcus before she passed. It\u2019s been his since he turned eighteen.\u201d\n\n

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Silence followed, and Karen\u2019s face twisted with anger. But Rose wasn\u2019t finished.\n\n

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\u201cAnd by the way, Karen, how\u2019s that wine you were drinking? Odd for a pregnant woman.\u201d\n\n

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A guilty-looking woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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Karen\u2019s face went pale. \u201cWhat? How do you know about that?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI saw you this morning at the caf\u00e9 with your friend on my way here,\u201d Rose replied.\n\n

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\u201cThere is no baby!\u201d Karen blurted, horrified by her slip-up.\n\n

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Dad looked at her, stunned. \u201cYou lied?\u201d he whispered.\n\n

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Karen tried to recover, but Rose\u2019s calm voice cut in. \u201cPack your things and go.\u201d\n\n

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An angry woman shouting | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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Within minutes, Karen was gone. Dad looked at me, regretful.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m sorry, son. I don\u2019t know what came over me.\u201d\n\n

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For the first time in a long while, I felt safe. I hugged him, feeling the relief of finally being home.\n\n

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A father hugging his son | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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2. Hate Tore My Family Apart Until My Grandmother Brought Us Together One Last Time with a Great Revelation\n\n
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Scott and I drove to Grandma Eleanor\u2019s for her 80th birthday, the first time in years the whole family was gathering because we hated each other. My husband parked, and as we stepped out into the chilly air, he grumbled, \u201cI still don\u2019t get why we\u2019re here.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s Grandma\u2019s birthday,\u201d I reminded him. \u201cShe\u2019s the only truly kind person in this family, and she wanted us all together.\u201d\n\n

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He sighed. \u201cI could be working right now. You know we need the money.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s one evening,\u201d I said, instinctively patting my stomach. \u201cDo you think they\u2019ll notice?\u201d\n\n

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Scott chuckled. \u201cIf I didn\u2019t know, I wouldn\u2019t notice. But what about telling your grandma?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMaybe at the end of the night,\u201d I whispered.\n\n

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As we headed toward the door, my brother Michael and his wife, Stacy, called out, \u201cHey! Wait up!\u201d\n\n

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Stacy hobbled in heels, complaining, \u201cI can\u2019t run in these!\u201d\n\n

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Scott and I exchanged a look, rolling our eyes. We all knew Stacy only stuck around for Michael\u2019s money.\n\n

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Scott nudged me to press the doorbell. \u201cCan we just get this over with?\u201d\n\n

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At the door, Grandma Eleanor\u2019s warm smile greeted us as she hugged each of us. Inside, the table was loaded with food.\n\n

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\u201cWhy did you make so much, Grandma?\u201d I asked, touched by the spread.\n\n

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\u201cOh, I love doing this,\u201d she said, smiling.\n\n

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As we settled in, Michael asked, \u201cMom\u2019s not here yet?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cShe\u2019s not sure she can make it,\u201d Eleanor replied, a touch of sadness in her voice.\n\n

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\u201cTypical,\u201d I muttered. \u201cShe never has time for us.\u201d\n\n

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Michael shot me a look. \u201cStop. She\u2019s our mom.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYeah? And she hasn\u2019t wished me a happy birthday in years,\u201d I snapped.\n\n

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Michael\u2019s face hardened. \u201cYou act like you\u2019re perfect, Camilla! She had her career as an actress to focus on!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cAnd she put it before us every time because it\u2019s the only thing she cared about!\u201d I fired back.\n\n

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Scott put a hand on my shoulder, \u201cCamilla, maybe just\u2026\u201d\n\n

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I ignored him. \u201cYou only have those restaurants because Uncle handed them to you!\u201d\n\n

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Michael clenched his fists. \u201cYou\u2019ve always been jealous of me, haven\u2019t you?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cJealous of what? That you\u2019re alone with a wife who\u2019s only there for your money?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cAnd you have it so good?\u201d he sneered. \u201cYour husband can barely hold a job, and how long have you been trying for kids\u2026 five, ten years?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cGo to hell!\u201d I shouted, standing up.\n\n

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\u201cEnough!\u201d Grandma Eleanor\u2019s voice cut through the chaos as she stood. \u201cThis is my birthday. I brought you here to celebrate\u2026 not to argue! And as for the inheritance\u2026\u201d\n\n

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My head snapped toward her. \u201cInheritance?\u201d\n\n

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Eleanor\u2019s voice was stern. \u201cYour grandfather left something, and I have plans for it too, but I\u2019m not leaving a penny to either of you until you prove you deserve it and earn my trust.\u201d\n

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\u201cWhat?\u201d Michael demanded. \u201cHow do we prove it?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cShow me you deserve it,\u201d she said quietly, then turned and left.\n\n

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Needing air, I walked outside, hands cradling my stomach. Michael followed.\n\n

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\u201cSo we might have an inheritance,\u201d he said, glancing at me.\n\n

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\u201cIf you hadn\u2019t ruined things as usual,\u201d I shot back.\n\n

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\u201cMe?\u201d He looked stunned. \u201cYou started it!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMichael, I need this inheritance. Scott and I\u2026\u201d I hesitated.\n\n

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He raised a brow. \u201cWhy should I step aside? I need it too. Stacy\u2019s about to leave if I don\u2019t fix things at the restaurants.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMaybe she should,\u201d I muttered, turning back toward the house. \u201cI\u2019m not giving up on this.\u201d\n\n

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Michael followed me back in, muttering, \u201cNot fair, Camilla.\u201d\n\n

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I found Grandma in her room. \u201cGrandma, I\u2019m sorry we ruined tonight. Let me help you with anything.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIs this how you think you\u2019ll win an inheritance?\u201d she asked with a raised brow. \u201cDo you really need it, Camilla?\u201d\n\n

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I placed a hand on my stomach. \u201cBecause\u2026\u201d\n\n

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Just then, Michael burst in, interrupting. \u201cCamilla\u2019s lying about me, Grandma!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cWe weren\u2019t even talking about you,\u201d she said dryly.\n\n

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Then, just as we returned to the dining room, Mom arrived, swooping in with open arms. \u201cMy darlings!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOh, Camilla,\u201d she said, eyeing me critically, \u201chave you gained weight?\u201d\n\n

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I rolled my eyes and turned back to the table. More bickering followed between my brother, me, and our mother as we tried to prove who deserved the inheritance most. Then suddenly, Grandma\u2019s face turned pale. She clutched her chest, and we heard a loud thud as she collapsed.\n\n

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\u201cGrandma!\u201d I screamed before clutching my stomach. \u201cCall an ambulance!\u201d\n\n

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My husband rushed to my side, gripping my hand. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s starting,\u201d I gasped.\n\n

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Scott\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cLabor?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYes!\u201d I shrieked.\n\n

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Michael shouted, \u201cYou were pregnant?!\u201d\n\n

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Our mother commented, \u201cI\u2019m going to be a grandma?!\u201d\n\n

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And I demanded they call 911!\n\n

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We\u2019d become so estranged that I didn\u2019t even want to tell them when I got pregnant. I didn\u2019t want to bother because Mom would ignore her grandchild as she ignored me. The madness in our family is why Scott and I moved far away.\n\n

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The only person I truly loved was my Nana. She was there for me all the time, the only light in this crazy family, and now she might be gone.\n\n

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In the hospital, I refused to give birth until I knew about Eleanor. Scott pleaded, \u201cCamilla, focus on the baby!\u201d\n\n

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After an agonizing hour, our baby girl was born, and when I woke up, Michael entered looking somber. That\u2019s when I found out Grandma had passed away while I was in labor.\n\n

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\u201cWe found a note addressed to the family in your grandmother\u2019s belongings,\u201d a nurse who came in said.\n\n

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The note revealed Nana had known I was pregnant, and she\u2019d left her whole inheritance to Scott and my child. She urged Michael to divorce his wife, who had opted to stay behind at the house. And lastly, she pleaded with our mom to do better for us and her grandchild.\n\n

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Michael remorsefully confessed, \u201cI\u2019m sorry for what I said, Camilla.\u201d\n\n

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Our mom looked guilty, whispering, \u201cCould I\u2026 be a real grandma?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMaybe,\u201d I said, holding my newborn and feeling like our family was turning a new leaf as I announced, \u201cHer name is Eleanor.\u201d\n\n

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