After my father passed, I discovered a house he never mentioned. When I visited, I found a woman named Deborah claiming it was hers. She revealed that she was my mother, whom I thought was dead. My father had taken me from her years ago and never forgave her.
The court ruled that Deborah, who had cared for the house for years, was the rightful owner. Despite our tension, we began to rebuild our relationship. In the end, the house became a place of healing as we worked through our past and started anew.
