An Old Mother Pretends To Lose Her Mind To Test Her Kids—But 5 Years Later, She Breaks Down In Tears When Their True Behavior Is Discovered…

The old woman was over 70 years old. Her husband died early, and she raised her three children on her own. Today, all three have big, nice homes and stable jobs. But as they got older, they didn’t visit him as often. When she got sick and called, her oldest son simply said, “Mom, take a cab to the hospital, I’m in a meeting.” The middle daughter says she’s busy taking care of her grandchildren, and the youngest son uses the excuse to be on business trips all the time.

The old mother was left alone in her small, empty house, where days passed with the ticking of the clock and the sound of the wind piercing through the cracks in the door. One night, she sat in front of her husband’s altar, with tears in her eyes: “My dear, I’m old, I don’t have much time anymore, and they only care about money, no one cares about their old mother.”

Suddenly, something popped into his mind. She wanted to see how her kids would treat her if one day she was unclear. The next day, he began to pretend to be confused. Sometimes she would call her children the wrong name, confuse breakfast with dinner, and sometimes stand in the middle of the street on her way to the market.

News of his “madness” quickly reached the ears of his three children. They were in a hurry to see him, but not to take care of him, but to… argue. The eldest son was the first to speak:

“Mum is confused, the best thing to do is to take her to a nursing home. My house is small and poorly maintained.

The middle daughter agreed:

“I’m too busy with my kids, I don’t have time.

The younger son laughed:

“What if we split Mom’s pension, and each of us contributed a little more to get her to the best place possible?”

When he heard those words, his heart sank. He just nodded without saying a word. Since then, she’s been living in a nursing home, staring at the door every day, waiting for a familiar person. From time to time, the middle daughter would visit him in a hurry, and the two sons nearly disappeared. She cried many nights, regretting the ordeal with her children, knowing that the harsh truth was even more painful than the sadness.

And then five years passed. The hospital announced that she had terminal stage cancer and that she didn’t have much time. The news reached the ears of her three children. They rushed to the nursing home, not to visit their mother, but to… Take care of the inheritance. The eldest son asked the staff:

“Did Mother leave any property titles, gold or silver?”

The girl burst into tears, but she couldn’t hide her seductive look:

“Did your mother write a will?”

The youngest son was silent, his head down, but everyone understood what he was thinking. The characters just shook their heads:

“The old lady had nothing but a little pension, but she left us an envelope, asking us to give it to her when the three of us arrived.

They opened the envelope, and found a short piece of paper, with a trembling handwriting…

To my three beloved children,

By the time you read these lines, I might be out of it. But I’m confident they will come.

I know they’re confused, that I don’t know anything anymore. But I’ve heard it all. Every word, every look, every discussion about sending me to a nursing home, splitting my pension… I heard everything.

For five years, I have not been confused. I was just pretending. I pretended to test her love, to see how much love I had left. But then I realized that all I got was indifference and calculation.

I cried a lot. Not because they left me, but because I tried them. I was the one who drove them away, only to see this harsh reality later.

I used my small pension to pay for a nursing home. And the house, the title deed I’ve been looking for, I’ve been selling for a long time. With that money, I built a small school in my hometown. I want it to be a place where poor kids can go to school, so they know that love is the most precious treasure, not money.

Don’t look for me anymore. I will go back to his father. Remember, live a good life and don’t let money blind you. Don’t repeat my mistakes, and don’t be the people you used to be.

I love you.”

When they finished reading the letter, the three of them were shocked. The middle daughter’s tears were no longer crocodile tears, but heartfelt regret. The two children were silent. They couldn’t believe that the mother they considered insane was capable of such a noble thing.

They rushed to her room in the nursing home, but she was gone. On the table, an old notebook was opened, with a meticulous record of every expense, every brick, every door of the new school.

They’ve gone home, but now it’s empty, there’s no heat. The three children looked at each other, and for the first time in years, they saw their own reflections in each other’s eyes, with deep pain and regret.

They had everything: money, a house, but in the end, they lost the most important thing: a mother’s love.