The papers were signed, notarized, filed, and irrevocable.
Dad had thought of everything. Even in death, he had cared for me. He had ensured that no matter how cruel Veronica might be to me, I would not suffer poverty, not when I was about to give life to his grandchildren.
I cried and laughed at the same time. “Thank you, Dad. Thank you for never letting go.”
The next morning, I walked into the house. Veronica was there, wearing her silk pajamas. She raised an eyebrow when I placed the deed right in front of her.
“What’s this?” she yelled at me.
“It’s mine,” I said. “This house is mine. My dad left it to me because he probably knew what kind of woman he was marrying.”
“T-This isn’t… you can’t… that’s not fair!”
“Oh, it’s fair,” I said, trying to stay calm. “You tried to throw me and Dad’s grandchildren into the street. But this house isn’t yours to ruin.”
“You think a piece of paper means you win?” Veronica snapped.
“Not just the paper,” I said quietly. “The officers outside agree.”
I didn’t feel sorry for Veronica, not even a bit. She was someone who cheated on my father and didn’t even wait a week after his funeral before she threw me out of the house.
The officers told my stepmother she only had 24 hours to vacate.
She turned to Mike, as though she was waiting him to save her. But he just took a look at the papers and said, “Well, this looks real to me,” and left the place. It was very obvious he was with Veronica only because he though she had a house and money.
I was through a lot during times when I only needed rest, and honestly, I feared for my babies, but luckily, two weeks later, I gave birth two two healthy girls.
Every night when I put them to sleep, I feel my father’s presence in the house he loved so much. When I think about it, my dad didn’t just leave me property, but also security and strength to always fight for what’s mine.
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