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

At her house, she gave me a small room at the back.

No bed. Just a thin mattress on the floor and a blanket that smelled like dust and old boxes. Her kids had bunk beds.

Desks. Shelves full of toys. I had a corner.

The first night, I asked Linda where my stuff was.

She waved a hand.

Later never came.

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My parents had left money for me. Not millions. But enough.

College money. Insurance. Savings.

Enough to make sure I wouldn’t disappear. Linda handled it.

At first, I didn’t understand what that meant. I was ten.

I thought adults were just… adults.

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