When her grandfather passed away, one woman inherited $40,000 — a sum accompanied by a note of gratitude in his will. He wrote that she had cared for him during his final years, while her brother, who received $5,000, had rarely visited.

At the reading, her brother scoffed. «Well, of course she gets rewarded,» he said. «She lucked into living nearby.» The comment landed harder than he knew. She hadn’t lucked into anything; she’d rearranged her life to be there, managing his errands, appointments, and the long, quiet afternoons that come with caretaking.

Now months later, he’s asking her to even things out to keep everything fair. She refused, insisting that fairness isn’t about splitting numbers, it’s about showing up in a time of need.