“I’m sorry, Kyle,” I said, not feeling sorry at all. “But you wanted the house. It’s yours now, with all its responsibilities. Maybe spending time with those kids will teach you something about family.”
“But the money,” Kyle protested weakly. “I can’t afford all this. I want the money Dad left in his will.”
“The money Dad left for the renovations?” I laughed. “I’m donating it to the orphanage. They need it more than either of us.”
As Kyle’s pleas turned to sobs, my heart lightened.
“Joe, you don’t understand. My company isn’t doing well. I needed this house as collateral for a loan. I thought I could fix everything.”
“Oh, why didn’t you just ask for help?”
“Because I’m supposed to be the successful one!” he shouted, then his voice dropped to a whisper. “I couldn’t admit I was failing.”
For a moment, I saw the brother I used to know — scared, vulnerable, human.
But I also remembered the years of neglect and the pain in Dad’s eyes every time Kyle missed a holiday or birthday.
“Listen, Kyle, I can’t take the house back. But maybe we can figure something out. Come over tomorrow. We’ll talk.”
There was a long pause before Kyle responded, his voice barely audible. “Okay. Thank you, Joe.”
As I hung up, I looked around my small farmhouse. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. And somewhere out there, a group of kids were about to get the playhouse of their dreams. Dad would have loved that.
I smiled, thinking of the conversation ahead with Kyle. It wouldn’t be easy, but maybe, we could start rebuilding our family. After all, that’s what Dad would have wanted.
And really, that was all that mattered.
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