My son called me, “Mom, I’m getting married tomorrow. I’ve withdrawn all your money and sold your apartment.”

went pale.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to give you a wedding gift,” I said.

“You don’t have anything left.”

I looked at him calmly.
“You didn’t take my fortune, Diego. Just my spare cash. And that apartment? It doesn’t belong to me personally. You sold something that wasn’t yours.”

His face drained of color.

Then the doors opened.

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