My parents gave all three family homes to my brother and told me, “Daughters marry into other families. He’s the one who carries our name.” I signed everything without a fight, sold what I owned, and moved to Canada. Months later, on Thanksgiving, Mom called as if nothing had happened. “Send your brother $30,000. He needs help.” I smiled and replied, “Ask him what happened to those three houses first.” Then I told her what I had done before I left, and the line went completely silent.