And my name was listed as the owner.
“You… you bought me a house?”
My father nodded.
“It’s already yours, sweetheart.”
I sat down on the bed.
I’d spent my entire adult life working to support my family. After my divorce, I’d lost almost everything. I spent my nights at the hospital and my days exhausted, constantly worrying that I wouldn’t be able to pay the rent
each month.
And all that time, my father had quietly been trying to give me back the house where I’d spent the happiest days of my childhood.
“But why keep it a secret?” I asked through my tears.
“Because I wanted your mother’s dream to come true on your birthday.”
He pointed toward the miniature wooden house.
“And this little version was Ben’s idea. He said that before we gave you the keys to the real house, we should give you the small one.”
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