“I know, Mom. But things are different now.”
That sentence should have frightened me.
Instead, it made me suspicious.
Suddenly, My Own Home Felt Like a Business Asset
Over the next several hours, I watched my children transform the dining room into an unofficial estate-planning office.
They discussed the property value.
They talked about the business.
They mentioned equipment, inventory, accounts, and contracts.
They discussed what could be sold.
What could be transferred.
What could be liquidated.
They spoke about the house as though nobody had ever lived there.
But I had.
I had cooked meals in that kitchen.
I had held my children when they were sick.
I had watched my husband paint the living room twice because he could never quite choose the right color.
I had measured my children’s heights against the hallway wall.
There were pencil marks still there.
My daughter noticed me looking at them.
