We Raised Our Siblings After Losing Mom — Years Later, Our Past Came Knocking

He praised how well we had managed and looked around the house with approving eyes. But his next words froze us. He explained that the house legally belonged to him and that he and his new partner planned to move in.

He told us we needed to leave. Anger rose inside me, not only for myself but for my siblings who had already endured enough loss. This house was the only home they had ever truly known, built on years of sacrifice and love.

Instead of reacting with emotion, Daniel and I exchanged a quiet glance. We had learned long ago that strength often appears in calm decisions, not loud arguments. I smiled politely and told him to return the next day, saying we would have everything ready.

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