On my 18th birthday, Olivia sat across from me, a stack of papers separating us. “Jenna, the remaining funds are finally yours.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I signed the last form. “Thank you,” I murmured.
That night, I sat on the porch of my foster family’s home, gazing up at the stars. For the first time in ages, I felt my mom’s presence. I could almost hear her whispering, You made it, Jenna. You’re free.
Sometimes, karma takes its sweet time, but when it arrives, it strikes with a vengeance. Cheryl lost everything because of her insatiable greed. As for me, I had hope rekindled – a new beginning, a future my mom had always envisioned for me.
And for that, I’d be eternally grateful.
If you were captivated by this story, then you’re bound to enjoy the next one, which tells of a woman whose mother also succumbed to cancer. In her case, her parent bequeathed all her wealth to her avaricious aunts and brother, but left her only daughter something far more precious than money.