My Aunt Kicked Me Out of My Childhood Home After My Parents Died – Just as I Left Crying, a Black Limo Pulled Up

A far cry from the marble kitchen island she used to show off on social media. As for me? I’m home.

That sentence feels surreal even now. I’m sitting in the living room where I used to build blanket forts with my mom. The couch has a new cover, and the air smells like cinnamon again.

I’ve started planting new flowers. Fresh herbs in the kitchen. Basil, lavender, a bit of rosemary.

And the peace lily? It bloomed last week. I stood there staring at it for a long time.

Its white petals unfurled like a sigh, quiet and stubborn. Just like me. Uncle Mike comes by sometimes with his weird gifts.

A vintage chess set. A fancy notebook. He even helped me fix the leaky bathroom faucet last Sunday.

“You’re tougher than you think, Rachel,” he said, handing me a wrench. “Your dad would be proud.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Uncle Mike.

For everything.”

He shrugged. “What are uncles for?Continue reading…