The note was in my mother’s handwriting.
“If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone. Violet is your sister. Yes, I had her late in life, in secret. I didn’t tell you because I feared judgment, but she is yours to love now. Her father left before she was born. She has no one else but you.”
I dropped to my knees, the paper shaking in my hands. My sister? All this time I thought she was a stranger. But suddenly, everything made sense—her smile, her laugh, the way she clung to me like she already knew I was family.
I looked at Violet, playing quietly on the rug. She glanced up and gave me a toothy grin.
“I love you,” she said.
I choked up. “I love you too, little sis.”
From that day on, I didn’t care about the house or the inheritance. Violet was the real gift my mother left me.Sometimes life hands you the family you never expected. What starts as a burden may turn out to be the greatest blessing. 💔➡️❤️
