After My Parents Died
At ten, I lost my parents. At eighteen, I took my life back.After my parents died in a car crash, my Aunt Margaret and Uncle David took me in. They promised to “take care of everything”—my home, my inheritance, my memories. But they lied,
They moved me into their basement while they rented out my childhood home and spent my parents’ money. They told me the will gave them full control. I had no reason not to believe them—until I found the real will hidden under a floorboard.It was all mine. The house. The money. The future they stole.
I stayed quiet, played the obedient niece, and gathered evidence. With help from my best friend Mia and her lawyer mom, we built a case.On my 18th birthday, I confronted them—with the real will, the proof of their fraud, and a camera recording every second,
They turned pale. And when the video hit the courtroom, justice hit back hard.They were found guilty. I got my house, my name, and my future back.Now, I’m rebuilding my mom’s garden and my life—one flower and one breath of freedom at a time.Because justice doesn’t always come easy. But it does come.
