Linda eventually adopted me.
She raised me like her own daughter.
She cheered at my graduation and cried at my wedding.
But my mother’s house remained exactly where it was.
Empty.
I could never sell it.
It felt like the last piece of her still existing.
Years passed.
I built a life.
A husband.
Two children.
But the house stayed untouched.
Until one phone call changed everything.
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