My grandma's dying wish was to troll me from the grave, and it worked. My grandmother was an

immigrant who had to leave school at about age 12, after her own mother died. As the eldest daughter,

it was her responsibility to take care of her younger siblings. Consequently, she never learned

more than basic reading and math, and although she married and

had kids of her own, she worked outside the home to add a household income, often doing cleaning

and other low-wage work. Of her own children, most were reasonable people, but her youngest

daughter was a complete parasite. She had no problem taking whatever she could from her mother,

my grandmother, even having her mother co-sign on debts and then leaving her to pay for it.

Despite not having much education, my grandmother was a wise person in her own way,

but not when it came to her own kids, and especially not her mooch daughter.

She just couldn't stop letting her daughter

misuse her. She ultimately became ill with cancer. Her kids took care of her except for,

you guessed it, the youngest parasite daughter. On her deathbed, she told her oldest daughter

she was worried about the mooch, and related where she kept all her money. It wasn't much, maybe 700 bucks or so.

And then she told her oldest daughter that when she died, to give it all to the mooch. After my

grandmother died, the oldest daughter had to stomach giving her own mother's last dollars to her

miserable vampire of a sister. But to make it more tolerable, she decided to do it by sending it in installments

of $10 a month. So that's what she did for years, just $10 a month every month. Not enough to

splurge on anything and not even enough to make a difference in her life. Almost as if it were nothing.

I always admired my older aunt. She knew how to hold a grudge.

Mooch, more or less, continued in her old ways, trying to coast off her siblings, but was not

very successful. She got my father to co-sign for a credit card or loan or something, and left him

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