After my parents passed away unexpectedly, I was devastated and alone at 19. Things got worse when my distant Aunt Dina appeared for the will reading. To my shock, she claimed the house had been left to her. Days later, she showed up, ordered me to pack, and began settling into our home.

That night, I quietly packed while she mocked me. The next morning, as I stepped out with my belongings and a wilting peace lily, a black limousine pulled up. My Uncle Mike, whom I hadn’t seen in years, got out. He had seen Dina boasting online about the house and suspected foul play.

Mike revealed proof that the will was forged—Dina had faked everything, even the signature. The police arrested her immediately. Since no valid will existed, the court ruled in my favor, restoring my legal ownership. Dina lost everything she tried to take, along with her reputation.

Now I live in the house again, restoring it with Uncle Mike’s help. The peace lily is blooming, herbs grow in the kitchen, and the home feels alive once more.

Losing my parents still hurts, but I’m healing—surrounded by the memories we shared and the people who truly care.