After My Parents Died, My Aunt Took My Inheritance and Gave Me a Mattress on the Floor – Years Later, She Knocked on My Door

I looked at her. Really looked.

“You were never taking care of me. You were waiting for your chance.”

She grabbed her purse and walked toward the door. When the door closed behind her, the house felt lighter.

That night, I baked.

Not for customers. Not for profit.

Just for me.

The kitchen was filled with warmth. With familiar smells.

For the first time, I didn’t feel like I was guarding my past.

I was finally living in it.

I didn’t feel like I was guarding my past.

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