My Stepmom Changed the Locks After My Dad Passed to Keep Me Out – She Didn’t Know My Dad Had Prepared for This Scenario

Six months later, I sat on the porch swing Dad built when I was 12, watching the sunset. The house felt like home again. I repainted the living room blue, replanted Mom’s flower garden, and hung all the family photos Carla had taken down.

My phone pinged with a social media notification. Someone had tagged me in a post. It was a mutual friend from college who lived in Phoenix.

“Isn’t this your stepmom? She was just ranting at the coffee shop about her ‘ungrateful stepdaughter’ who ‘stole her house.’ Thought you’d get a laugh out of it.”

Attached was a photo of Carla, looking significantly less polished, gesturing wildly in a café.

I smiled and closed the app without responding.

I looked out at the yard where Dad taught me to throw a baseball, where we built snowmen, had water balloon fights, and planted a tree when Mom died.

“You were right, Dad,” I said to the evening air. “People do show you who they are.”

The funny thing about karma is that it doesn’t need your help. It works perfectly fine on its own schedule. But sometimes, if you’re lucky, you get front-row seats to watch it happen.

And sometimes, if your dad was just the right kind of clever, he makes sure you don’t just get to watch… you run the whole show!

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

Source: thecelebritist.com