My Mom Was Secretly a Millionaire

Synopsis

My parents split everything down the middle for forty-six years.  Each of them spent and saved their own money, and even the groceries were worked out to the last cent. The day before my dad died, he left all twenty-five properties in his name to his illegitimate son, and not one of them went to my mom. I thought she would cry, or scream, or tear the funeral apart.  She did none of it.  She signed the papers, and then she personally delivered a fruit basket to that family. Three years later, my mom had a stroke and ended up in the hospital. She lay in her hospital bed and told me to go to the bank and take out some cash. I took her old, worn-out bank card, punched in the PIN, and the second the balance appeared on the screen, I froze in front of the ATM. So take a guess. After forty-six years of splitting every bill, how much do you think a retired math teacher had sitting in her account?