Rose, who once lived a life of joy and luxury in her family mansion, was now living on the street, thanks to the greed of her three sons. But soon, she would get a phone call that would end her misery To everyone who passed by the Roy Mansion, the exquisite six-bedroom house was nothing short of a dream.
On the outside, people posed in front of its majestic old gates and clicked pictures to flaunt on social media. But on the inside was a heartbreaking story of love, loss, and greed. Love, because it was the mansion that a rich young man had built for the love of his life almost four decades ago and raised a family of three boys and a girl with her.
Loss, because it was within those walls that the fairytale love story came to an abrupt end when the man succumbed to an illness, breathing his last in the arms of the woman he loved…
And greed, because the three sons that were once the center of their parents’ universe had manipulated and kicked their old widowed mother out because she refused to sell the house.Rose was that 63-year-old widow who had lost everything – the only man she ever loved, the only home she ever knew, and the love of her three stubborn sons, Don, David, and Daniel.
While the three young men patted their own backs for finally selling that old relic of a house and buying three spectacular modern houses for themselves with their share of the money, they had conveniently cut out their elderly mother from the picture.
Their sister Debbie got her share, too. But she was away in some disease-ridden corner of the earth, trying to come up with a cure for some new illness nobody had heard of. “Who cares? Debbie could donate her share to some worthless charity for all I care!” Don said on a conference call with his brothers.
“Yeah! And mom will be alright, too. It’s not like she’s going to beg on the streets. The woman is smarter than that!” David chuckled. “It had to be done, brothers! Mom was going to make us wait for an eternity to get our share…” Daniel, the eldest, had the last word.
Meanwhile, Rose was now in the sketchy part of the city, just another sad, desperate face in the line of homeless people outside the infamous park.She had left the mansion with almost nothing, barring Raymond’s oldest car. She often slept in the backseat, balling up her tall frame to fit in the narrow space.
“Oh, Raymond!” Rose sighed, looking up through the car window to the heavens. “This is what it all has come to! I’m glad you’re not here to see this; it would break your sweet old heart. Wait for me, Ray. I’ll be joining you soon, wherever you are, honey…until then, I’ll rest…”
Amidst all the unbearable grief and pain, there was indeed a small part of her that saw relief in giving up. After all, Rose had never really had a moment of respite ever since Raymond had died, leaving her to fend for four children, all under the age of ten.
It had been a long, arduous journey bringing up the kids. But it had also been a fulfilling one. After Raymond’s death, Rose worked two jobs for several years, saving every penny she could for their education and future. And it paid off in the sense that all four of them turned out to be successful in their own fields.
“They scammed you, and now they’ll know what that feels like!” Debbie said and brought out a small gift case to her mother. But their professional accomplishments no longer impressed Rose because she had now seen the harsh truth: Her sons had failed at being good human beings.
They had betrayed the woman who single-handedly raised them and left her with a laughable amount of change, not enough to even buy an old trailer.