They Tore Up My Lifesaving Will

My aunt left a will, leaving her entire one-million-dollar estate to me.

My father, Robert, snatched the paper and ripped it to shreds.

"What does someone on her deathbed need this kind of money for?" he sneered.

"Now that the will is gone, the law says the three brothers split it equally."

My face went deathly pale.

"Clara left that money for me! I need it for my leukemia treatment!"

Robert ground the paper scraps under his boot.

"Money might not even save your life anyway. We're her real next of kin. What the adults say, goes."

The rest of the family broke into eager smiles.