At ten, I lost my parents. By eighteen, I took control of my life.
After their death, Aunt Margaret and Uncle David promised to care for me, but they lied. They moved me into their basement, rented out my childhood home, and spent my inheritance. They claimed the will gave them full control—but I found the real will hidden under the floorboards. It was all mine.
I stayed silent, gathered evidence, and with help from my friend Mia and her mom, a lawyer, we built a case. On my 18th birthday, I confronted them with the proof and a recording. The truth came out in court, and they were convicted. I got my house, my future, and my freedom back.
Now, I’m rebuilding my mom’s garden and my life—one step at a time. Justice may be hard, but it always comes.
