“If you’re watching this, subscribe and let me know where you’re watching from.”

I suppose I should explain how we got here—how my own son could stand at my door after over a decade of treating me like I was already gone, demanding a piece of the fortune he had just learned about. But first, let me tell you what happened next, because some moments are worth savoring.

I smiled at Kevin and his wife, Nora, who was hanging back like she expected me to start throwing things. Smart woman.

“Well,” I said, my voice steady as granite. “Isn’t this interesting?”

Kevin’s confidence faltered just a fraction. He wasn’t expecting calm. He was expecting the desperate, grateful mother he’d abandoned all those years ago.

“Mom, we’ve been thinking—” he started.