My stepmom never liked me. She made me feel like a burden and loaded me with housework while my dad stayed silent. Then one day, I came home to find my things thrown on the front lawn. She’d kicked me out. And my dad? All he said was, “Maybe this is for the best.” I was heartbroken… until three days later, I got a call from a lawyer. My grandmother—who I hadn’t seen in two years thanks to my stepmom—had passed away. She’d left me everything: her house, savings, and a letter that changed everything. It read,
“I saw how they treated you. That’s why I left it all to you. Start over. Live fully. Kindness is your strength—don’t let it become your weakness.” I cried. Someone had finally seen me. Then came the twist: two days after I moved in, my dad and stepmom showed up. Turns out,
