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

Then the kitchen got remodeled. New cabinets. New counters.

Stainless steel everything.

Then Linda bought a new car. Then my cousins started piano lessons.

Tennis.

Tutors.

One day, I pointed at the piano case and asked,

Linda didn’t even look at me. “Be grateful you’re not in foster care.”

I learned to stop asking questions after that.

A week later, Linda told me I was going to boarding school.

“It’s for your own good,” she said.

I didn’t know what to say.

So I said nothing.

At first, Linda called. Once a week.

Then once a month. Then not at all.

When I graduated, I went back to my parents’ house.

A stranger opened the door.

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