When my stepmother locked me out of my room and put me in a shed, I thought things were really bad.
But my mom was about to start a storm that would make everything different.
I was feeling alone as I sat down in the musty shed, and my mom’s video call lit up my phone.
I could tell she knew something was wrong by the way she looked. When I told her the truth, she acted right away.
When she stormed into my dad’s house, she told him a shocking secret: I was the true owner of the house, but he had been hiding it from me. The words my mom said hung in the air like a dare, and everyone in the room went quiet.
As the truth came out, relationships were put to the test, and people said sorry.
My dad had to face his mistakes because he was stuck in the middle of the fighting. And I, who had been relegated to the shed, was finally given the attention I needed.
It was a story of love, treachery, and moving on in the end. The constant love and support of my mom told me that family isn’t just blood ties, but also the strong bonds we make with each other.
As I gave my dad a hug, flaws and all, I knew that we were well on our way to getting better.
