I started thinking about the past. My niece was adopted. My brother loved her, but he had struggled with some of her behaviors early on. There were tantrums, manipulation, things we brushed off as childhood phases.
He had mentioned once, over beers, that he worried about her “grasp on reality.” I had forgotten that conversation until now. He feared she viewed people as tools to be used.
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Was that why he did it? Was leaving the money to me his way of ensuring she couldn’t blow through it? Or was he trying to protect me from exactly this situation, giving me total control?
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The realization hit me hard. He didn’t leave the money to me to be a banker. He left it to me because he knew I would use it responsibly. He knew I would prioritize the family’s actual needs, not demands.