Woman sent every penny to younger sister who was caring for their sick mother. Little did she know

The older sister moved to the city to earn money for her mother's treatment, sending every penny to her younger sister who was caring for her. Two years later, a call from the neighbor revealed a terrible truth

For nearly two years, Clara had poured her life into the vibrant heart of the city, leaving behind the quiet, sprawling fields of her childhood in Harmony Springs. Like so many others, she’d come seeking more than just a change of scenery; she’d come chasing a brighter horizon, a chance to truly make a difference.
Clara was no wide-eyed dreamer. She knew that building a better future meant dedication and grit, and she embraced the long hours and demanding tasks without complaint. She’d quickly secured a position as a sales manager at a bustling tech firm downtown, the commissions generous enough to offer a glimmer of hope. Her small, cozy apartment, with its sun-drenched living room and a view of the city park, was a modest haven, just what she needed for this demanding season of life.
Yet, despite her substantial earnings, Clara rarely saw the money herself. Almost every dollar found its way back to Harmony Springs, a lifeline for the one person who needed it most: her ailing mother. It was her mother's sudden illness that had propelled Clara to the city in the first place. After a severe stroke, her mother required a host of specialized medications and therapies, far beyond what their small-town clinic could provide. The complimentary prescriptions were merely a drop in the ocean of what was truly needed. What could Clara, a humble administrative assistant, have offered then? Nothing.
But from teh city, she could send aid, real, tangible help. Her heart ached with worry for her mother, yet a quiet reassurance settled within her knowing that her mother wasn't truly alone. Her younger sister, Daisy, five years Clara's junior, was there.
Growing up, Daisy had always been their mother's darling, the one who could do no wrong. Daisy's mischievous antics were often met with a gentle smile, while Clara, the elder, bore the weight of responsibility, often held accountable for Daisy’s missteps.
"You didn't watch her closely enough, you didn't explain it properly, you didn't help her," her mother used to say.
In her youth, the perceived favoritism stung, but with age, Clara had come to accept it. Their mother’s love, though seemingly uneven, was still love. And after all, she was family.
It was their mother, surprisingly, who had been Clara’s staunchest advocate when she left for the state university, supporting her through five years of tuition and living expenses. Daisy, on the other hand, had remained in Harmony Springs after high school. Their mother had always explained it away, saying Daisy simply wasn’t cut out for city life. Perhaps there was some truth to that, but Daisy’s academic struggles, a constant dance between D’s and C’s, also played a part. Again, their mother had an explanation: the teachers were simply inadequate. Clara couldn't help but recall that those same "inadequate" teachers had guided her to a near-perfect academic record, with only a single B in gym class.

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