04/07/2025
MY DAD LEFT WHEN I WAS THREE — AT HIS FUNERAL, I WAS SHOCKED TO FIND OUT WHAT HE LEFT ME IN HIS WILL.
Growing up, I didn’t know my dad.
He left when I was three — or so I was told.
Any time I asked, my mom would say, “He made his choice,” and shut down the conversation. She refused to let him contact me, tore up his letters, and once, I even found a birthday card in the trash — unopened. I never questioned it. I trusted her.
When I got older, I never reached out. Why would I? I thought he’d abandoned me.
Then, a few months ago, I got a call — he had died. I almost didn’t go to the funeral, but something made me show up. I planned to sit quietly in the back.
Instead, I ended up in the lawyer’s office.
His widow — the woman my mom always hated — gently took my arm. Her eyes were red.
“HERE’S SOMETHING YOU DIDN’T KNOW,” she said, and handed me a key.
And the very next moment, I heard my name during the reading of the will. ⬇️
