“Mona, end this nonsense. She doesn’t deserve your father’s legacy. She’s…” Loretta’s voice grew venomous, “not like us.”
“Gift,” Brenna said louder, pointing toward a small cabinet in the corner.
Her rocking grew more pronounced, her fingers twisting at her apron. I hesitated but opened the cabinet. Inside was a stack of old letters, their edges worn and faded.
Each one was addressed to my father. My breath caught. “What are those?” Loretta demanded.
“These are from Brenna’s mother,” I said, flipping through them. “Did you know?”
Loretta paled, but then her face hardened. “I did what I had to!
Do you think I’d let some woman trap my son with a broken child? When she came looking for him, I told her to stay away. I refused to let her and her daughter become part of this family.”
Her words were cruel, and Brenna clung to the table, her wide eyes fixed on Loretta.
“You destroyed this family,” I said, my voice trembling. “You never even told him he had another daughter.”
Loretta’s bitter laugh filled the room. “He found out!
That’s why he changed his will. And now you’re letting her take everything!”
“Dad left a gift,” Brenna said softly. “He wanted me to have it.”
“This isn’t about money, Grandma.
And I won’t let you take anything else from her.”
Loretta stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I turned to Brenna. “I’m so sorry.
I love you, sis.”
“Do you want pancakes?” she suddenly asked as if nothing happened. “Oh, I really do!”
We ate on the porch as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft hues. From that day, we started building a life together.
I helped Brenna grow her pottery studio. We repaired the house, filled it with flowers, and I rediscovered my love for painting by decorating her creations. Word spread, and soon people came from other towns to buy our work.
Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. For the first time, I wasn’t living to meet someone else’s expectations. I was living for us—Brenna and me.
Source: amomama.com
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