Mom invited me and my sister to a serious conversation, after hearing Rita's face was skewed.

What family property consists of? Earned together apartment or in general any real estate, car, valuables. All this can rightly be called the future airbag for children and grandchildren. With its help, the younger generation will be able to feel more comfortable and confident in life. So when you have to divide them, it always negatively affects the relationship between relatives.



After all, each of the family members wants his share to be a little more than the others, or at least nothing less. It is a strange thing, but nothing turns relatives away from each other like dividing property in a divorce or making a will.

Before, my sister and I were not separated by water. Although she is 6 years older than me, Rita never turned away from me, but, on the contrary, she always helped and stood up for me in front of her peers. I, in turn, tried to protect her in front of my mother. She lied that her sister from the dance came earlier than she really was. She said that she was not friends with any boys at school. And so on, nursing.



When Rita got married, she began to live in her husband’s house, along with his parents. Our communication has, of course, decreased. But we remained on good terms: I could even come to her from time to time, her husband did not mind. Moreover, I wanted to spend more time with my sister, as my plans for the future included moving to the city. I didn’t think much about getting married, but there was a strong desire to leave my village.

I will not bother you with the details of all my attempts to enter the institute. I'll just say they all failed. Then I had the following idea: go to work abroad. Killing time and working in a rural post office seemed hopeless to me, so after asking my mother for the right amount, I began to prepare.



Having learned a hundred of the most necessary words and phrases, taking with me, among other things, a weighty hardcover phrase book, I gathered a family, and we celebrated my departure together. What to say, a folk custom, but it was easier for me morally. We're family. The road was very unusual, all the time it seemed that I was late somewhere. But in the end, I came to the right place.

In the five years that I worked as a nurse for a nice family, I was able to save enough money to buy an apartment in a nearby town. At the same time, Rita was pregnant with her third child. I saw pictures of all her children, and we kept in touch on social media. But staying abroad was never part of my plan, so it was an honor to know.

That family really attached themselves to me and tried their best to stop me. They even raised my salary, which was already above the city average. So yes, I confess, I worked for them for another six months purely out of material motives: to make a good repair in the apartment also costs money. Plus, they promised they'd always be waiting for me if I wanted to come back. I wasn't even thirty at the time, so why not leave this option in reserve?



Returning home, I was greeted very warmly. Of course, I brought gifts, goodies. I didn't forget the nieces either. It was great to see my family again. At the end of the day, my mom said the three of us had a question to discuss. Rita knew what it was about, and I didn't know. Turns out my mom sold the property. An old house with a piece of land, inherited from her grandmother. No one lived there, but the land was worth something. Anyway, she split the money from the sale between me and my sister equally. She kept a small part of it and said she was old.

I remember Rita's face getting skewed. She looked at her mother first and then at me. In the end, she didn't say a word. But it was clear that this silence was very difficult for her. Of course, the next day I met with her to discuss what was wrong with her. And it was a tough conversation. She kept telling me what the family’s property was and how to divide it in her opinion.



The sister came with a child in her arms and in a very bad mood. She reminded me of all my mistakes since childhood. She accused me of having no idea how easy it is for a younger sister. But her biggest complaint was about money. How can I divide the money evenly if I don’t have children and she has three?

And I have bought my own apartment in the city in five minutes, and Rita lives with her children and parents in the same house! It's unfair and unfair. My mom and I must have agreed on how to split the money. After all, to be honest, most of them had to go to the older sister, who is already raising heirs. I'm just having fun like a dragonfly from a fable.



After six months, I really moved to the city. Now I work here and everything is fine with me. The apartment is nice and comfortable, the agent did not cheat. Only the windows face the sunny side. I thought for a long time how to solve this problem, and I was advised to just buy beautiful curtains and, most importantly, air conditioning. Thanks to my mom, the money she gave me was enough to buy it. And Rita and I somehow stopped communicating. She lives in the country and I live in the city. Well, what to do, sometimes, everyone has their own lives. Let him keep thinking that it was easy for me.