When our dad died, my sister Helga’s greed took center stage. She only visited Mom when she needed money, and Mom had had enough. She rewrote her will, leaving Helga just 30% of the inheritance. The breaking point came during a phone call. Mom said, “I get to decide who receives my money,” and Helga screamed, “God, I can’t wait for you to die, and I’ll sue for my share!” I was shocked. I knew Helga was selfish, but this was beyond anything I’d seen before.
After that, Helga harassed Mom daily, demanding she change the will. The stress became too much, and Mom passed away not long after. At the funeral, Helga put on a show, pretending to mourn, but it didn’t take long for her to start harassing me.
I decided to teach her a lesson. A month later, I called Helga and offered her a deal: “I sold Mom’s house. Even though it was mine, I’ll give you half if you leave me alone. Deal?” She eagerly agreed. I gave her the number to a safety deposit box and walked away. When she opened the box, she found an envelope with three dollar bills and a note.
Helga’s greed cost her everything. The lesson is clear: treat your loved ones with kindness and respect, or you might end up with nothing but regret.
