When Jason’s estranged parents show up demanding the house he left behind, Alice is thrust into a battle she never expected. Grieving and determined, she agrees to consider their claim, but only if they can answer the one question that haunted Jason until his final days.
There are moments in life that change everything, and for Jason and me, that moment happened when we were 17. I’ll never forget the day he showed up at my door, eyes red from crying, with nothing but a backpack and a broken heart.
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His parents had thrown him out like he was nothing, without even giving him a proper reason. My mom didn’t even hesitate; she took one look at him and knew. From that day on, he was part of our family.
We leaned on each other through all the awkward years of high school and the stress of college. I went into HR because, well, people are complicated, and I liked figuring them out. Jason? He was a genius with computers, always able to make sense of the things I couldn’t.
We were a team, balancing each other out perfectly. Then, four years ago, life hit us with the worst blow imaginable.
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Jason was diagnosed with bone cancer. It was like the universe decided we’d had too many good years, and it was time to even the score.
But even then, we stayed strong. I picked up more hours, handled the mortgage on the house Jason had bought, and kept us going.
And Jason, in his quiet, stubborn way, held onto this hope that maybe his parents would come around. But they didn’t.
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Jason’s funeral was barely a month ago, and I was still drowning in the grief of it all when his family came knocking. The very people who had abandoned him when he needed them most were now standing on my doorstep like they had every right to be there.
I remember opening the door, my heart in my throat, not knowing what to expect. But I certainly wasn’t expecting this.
Susan, Jason’s mom, looked at me with this fake sweetness that made my skin crawl.
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“Alice, dear,” she began, her voice dripping with insincerity, “we were so sorry to hear about Jason. It must be so difficult for you, living here all alone.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. What could I possibly say to her? She wasn’t here for Jason. She never had been.
Charles, his dad, didn’t waste any time. “We need to talk about the house,” he said, his tone cold and businesslike. “Jason was our son, and this house should be ours now.”
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The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What do you mean, ‘yours’? Jason bought this house, and I’ve been paying the mortgage. It’s in my name.”
That’s when their lawyer, who had been standing off to the side like some silent executioner, decided to chime in.
“Legally speaking,” he began, his voice smooth and practiced, “as Jason’s next of kin, his parents have a rightful claim to the property. Without a will, the law generally favors the immediate family.”
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“You think you can just come in here, after all this time, and take his house? You didn’t care about him when he was alive, and now you want what was his?”
Susan’s face hardened, the facade cracking just a little. “Alice, we’re his family. Blood is thicker than water. Jason would have wanted us to have this house, to keep it in the family.”
I could feel the anger bubbling inside me, but I forced myself to stay calm.
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“Jason put this house in my name over a year ago, after he got sick. We knew this might happen, and we made sure everything was legal. You don’t have a claim here. If you want this house, you can buy it from me for the price I paid Jason plus the four years of mortgage payments I made on it.”
Charles stepped forward, his voice low and threatening. “You know we can’t afford that, you selfish little… you know well that Jason would’ve wanted us to have this house. You transfer the mortgage to our name, and we’ll take over the payments. That’s my best offer. We’ll fight you in court if we have to.”
I met his gaze, refusing to back down. “You do what you have to, Charles. But before you go charging into court, there’s something you should know.”
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They all froze, a flicker of uncertainty passing over their faces. Good. Let them feel a fraction of the fear they’d caused Jason to feel all those years ago.
I turned and walked over to the sideboard in the living room, opening a drawer that had become far too familiar over the past month. Inside was a single envelope, worn and creased from being handled so many times.
I held it up, the weight almost crushing in its simplicity.
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“This,” I said, walking back toward them, “is what Jason left to you. It’s his final letter.”
Susan’s eyes lit up with something I couldn’t quite place — hope, greed, desperation, maybe all three. “A letter?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What does it say?”
I handed the envelope to her, watching as her fingers trembled slightly as she took it. “Why don’t you read it and find out?”
She hesitated, then slowly opened the envelope, pulling out the single sheet of paper inside.
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As she began to read, Charles and Jason’s brother, Mark, leaned in, their expressions a mix of anticipation and something darker.
But that hope in their eyes soon dimmed, replaced by cold, hard anger. Jason’s letter wasn’t what they had expected.
“I’m sorry,” Jason had written, “that I wasn’t the son you wanted me to be. But I’ve learned to forgive you for the pain you caused, and I hope one day you can forgive yourselves, too. I wish things could have been different, but I’ve made peace with what is.”
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The room was silent as they finished reading, the weight of Jason’s words hanging heavy in the air. For a moment, nobody spoke. They just stood there, staring at the letter like it was some cruel joke.
Finally, Susan looked up, her face twisted with something that might have been grief but was more likely disappointment.
“This… this isn’t what we expected,” she said, her voice flat.
I couldn’t help the bitter smile that tugged at my lips.
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“No, I suppose it isn’t. You came here thinking you could claim what wasn’t yours, that you could somehow make up for the years you lost with him by taking something from me. But all Jason left you was his forgiveness. And honestly, that’s more than you deserve.”
Charles clenched his fists, his anger palpable. “You think you’re so righteous, don’t you? Sitting here in his house, pretending like you were the only one who ever cared about him.”
I took a deep breath, steadying myself.
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This was the moment I had been dreading and preparing for in equal measure.
“No, Charles, I don’t think I’m righteous. But I do know that I was there for Jason when you weren’t. I was the one who held his hand when he was scared, who made sure he had a home when you turned him out. And if you want to take this house from me, you’re going to have to give me something you’ve never given Jason: an honest answer.”
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They all stared at me, their anger momentarily silenced by the gravity of my words.
“Why did you cut ties with your own son? Why did you ignore his attempts to reconcile? If you can answer those questions honestly, without lies or excuses, I’ll consider your request. But if you can’t, then you have no right to anything he left behind.”
The silence that followed was thick and suffocating. Their lawyer shifted uncomfortably, glancing at them like he wished he were anywhere but here.
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Susan’s eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at me, while Charles seemed to be searching for the right words, his mouth opening and closing as if the truth was stuck somewhere deep inside him.
Finally, it was Susan who broke the silence, her voice a whisper. “We were… He didn’t want to do what we wanted, and we… we thought it was better that he’d live without us.”
Her words hung in the air, hollow and empty, devoid of any real remorse.
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They knew it, too. I could see it in their faces, the dawning realization that there was no justification for what they had done, no excuse that could erase the pain they had caused their son.
I shook my head, a sad smile tugging at my lips. “That’s not good enough. It’ll never be good enough.”
The lawyer, sensing the futility of their situation, stepped forward, clearing his throat. “I think it’s best if we leave, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. There’s nothing more to be done here.”
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They looked at him, then back at me, and for the first time, I saw something in their eyes that wasn’t anger or entitlement. It was defeat. Pure and simple.
Without another word, they turned and walked out of the house, their footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. I followed them to the door, watching as they got into their car and drove away, the weight of what had just happened settling over me like a blanket.
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As I closed the door behind them, I felt a mix of sorrow and relief, a strange combination that left me feeling empty and full simultaneously.
Jason was gone, but in the end, I had protected his memory and legacy from those who didn’t deserve it. And that, at least, was something.
With a final sigh, I locked the door, the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place a quiet affirmation of everything I’d fought for. The house was mine, no; it was ours. And I would carry Jason’s memory with me in these walls and my heart for as long as I lived.
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Nurse believed that the young girl’s family was not aware of what she did daily
One of the worse things is cancer, even more so when it’s concerning children.
Jonathan and Shelby thought that their daughter, Sophie, who is two years old, was suffering from allergies. She was finding it hard to breathe and her doctor thought it might be asthma. Unfortunately, it was soon going to be evident that it was much worse!
The little girl, Sophie was set to have an allergy test a few day later, but she didn’t get to take that test.
One night she stopped breathing…
For every parent it’s a worse case scenario, Her parents ran to call an ambulance and within minutes they were on their way to the hospital.
It was just at that moment that doctors finally confirmed that Sophie had a condition that was much worse than just asthma or allergies. She had developed cancer, a T-cell lymphoma.
Sophie has since then spent many months in hospital having chemotherapy, even though fighting it hard the cancer spread.
The treatment affected her ability to talk, walk, use her hands to eat, her tiny body is going through the preparations for a stem cell operation.
Shelby is keeping a constant watch over her daughter and is by her side constantly. So many times Shelby forgets to take care of herself, it’s just the only thought she has, to get Sophie better!
Jonathan and Shelby have created a Facebook page to record Sophie’s fight against the disease, they want friends and family alike to have an easy method to see updates on how Sophie is getting along. The page is called Sophie The Brave.
It’s not just family that follows the page, there are over 12,000 people following Sophie’s fight.
There is one post on the page that has especially been welcomed. Moms with sick children will also relate, very likely, to what Shelby’s said.
Shelby wrote:
“I see you. I sit on this couch all day long and, I see you. You try so hard to be unnoticed by me and my child. I see your face drop a little when she sees you and cries. You try so many ways to ease her fears and win her over. I see you hesitate to stick her or pull bandaids off. You say ‘No owies’ and ‘I’m sorry’ more times in one day than most people say ‘thank you’..”
“I see all of those rubber bracelets on your arms and wrapped around your stethoscope, each one for a child that you’ve cared for and loved. I see you stroke her little bald head and tuck her covers around her tightly. I see you holding the crying mom that got bad news.I see you trying to chart on the computer while holding the baby whose mom can’t-or won’t be at the hospital with her.”
“You put aside what’s happening in your life for 12 hours straight to care for very sick and something’s dying children. You go into each room with a smile no matter what’s happening in there. You see Sophie’s name on the schedule and come to check on us even when she isn’t your patient. You call the doctor, blood bank, and pharmacy as many times as necessary to get my child what she needs in a timely manner. You check on me as often as you check on her. You sit and listen to me ramble for 10 minutes even though your phone is buzzing and your to do list is a mile long.
“I see you. We all see you. No amount of snack baskets or cards can fully express how appreciated you are. You are Jesus to us every single day. Our children wouldn’t get what they need without you. Moms like me wouldn’t feel sane or heard without you. You save our babies and we couldn’t do this without you.”
Shelby got 26,000 likes on her post, its easy to see and understand why, all the amazing people at the hospital, the nurses, all deserve to be thanked and recognized for their great work.
Let’s all hope and pray that Sophie makes a fast recovery, and as it happens the family got some really great news, Sophie’s cancer is almost all gone!
Let’s also share Shelby’s words about the nursery and hospital staff so that more and more people can hear about the amazing work they do.
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