the end of the letter, he wrote:
“I don’t want my property to become the reason for your quarrels after my death. I want it to help those who need it much more now.”
I sat in silence for a long time.
I married a man because I thought I would be rich after his death.
However, it turned out that long before our meeting, he had already decided to donate his property to people who really needed help.
A few days later, I went to one of the nursing homes that his foundation supported.
I was greeted there by an older woman.
She said:
“Your husband has come here several times. He never told us how much money he spends on us. He simply asked what we needed.
I stood and listened to her.
And for the first time since my husband’s death, I was ashamed of my own
