In need of help! We don’t have enough fighting power.
My mother has a mother whom is my Very own Grandmother (Dorine or Mrs. Bly) official name Adoracion Cruz Bly a Chinese woman who was born in the Philippines 🇵🇭 raised her children in San Francisco California. She had worked her way up from scratch of becoming a millionaire. Little did she know her own son, her eldest, Voltaire, would connive and steal all her money, he took her bonds and hid it, we have no idea where or how and how his bank friends helped him, my grandmother worked very hard for, to split between her family and children and grand children! He was able to pull money from her money every month and it only goes to his ex wife and their children, they are only able to touch the interest after faking my grandmother’s account. He can’t touch the original. Some how IRS has found my grand mother’s money in my Uncle Vertito’s name recently! Vertito is not to be trusted either! All of my grand mother’s children are very greedy, all except one, my mom. Now my grand mother had only one child she entrusted everything to, MY OWN MOTHER, my grandmother’s second oldest whom is also the most giving and loving mother 🫶🏻 no matter how bad all her family has treated her, my mother would still give to her family.. My grandmother gave my mom and her other daughter’s Diana and Lily some money to try and fight for her money back which was stolen from her by her own son. My grand mother dying in her death bed got tricked by her own son, crying to my mom asking to get that money back! We have no man power or money power, no fancy lawyer friends to help get our grand mother’s estate, bonds, etc. which ever you want to call it back! We will need a miracle, and to the banks laughing at us for not having our money, have heart! Some one have a heart.. I’m sure my grand mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew how badly her kids treated my mother! Putting myself and my baby brother along with my mother out on to the streets! To be alone and have nothing, they will never know what it’s like jumping from homeless shelter to the next like I did! Sleeping in the cars my dad had to break into. None of my cousins ever had to deal with these things, I am the only one out of our family who’s had such a hard life! And I’m fighting every day to make sure my kids do not ever end up like how I did! I am working on getting my mother her own journal to write her story down and maybe some one will take a liking to it! Maybe some day we can make a movie out of her story! Maybe then we can finally get some help..
Thank you to whoever took the time to read up on this little tale and cry for help.
Here is a picture of my grandmother and her baby (my mother). She passed away 1997, sadly, knowing how she felt I look at her pictures very differently, she was a very prominent figure in the lives she met and once knew.
