Beyond the Grave
After my grandmother passed away, our family gathered to read her will. To my surprise, she had left all of her assets to my siblings, leaving me with just a gift card. Curious about its worth, I decided to take it to the store. The receptionist’s expression suddenly changed as soon as I handed her the card. She asked me where I got it from, and I explained that it was given to me by my grandmother. Her response intrigued me – “Let’s meet after closing time. There’s something important you should know.
The person who left you this card claimed to be my birth mother and had some compelling evidence. You see, I was adopted and never got the chance to meet my real mother. She instructed me to inform her when the card was redeemed, as she had something significant to reveal. I am, in fact, your aunt.
Happy Ending
As I mingled with old friends at my high school reunion, I unexpectedly found myself face to face with the individuals who had once tormented me. The first one approached and sneered, remarking that it seemed nothing had changed and that I was still a loser. With a subtle smile, I replied, “Oh, you have no idea.” Their laughter filled the air as they believed they had regained their power over me. Little did they suspect the surprise I had planned.
I gathered everyone around with a confident smile, eager to share my news. I didn’t want to wait until later, so I decided to share it with everyone right then and there. I was overjoyed to share the news of my engagement with the person I love most in the world. It felt like destiny that my soon-to-be stepson was there with us in that room. Stepping forward, I embraced the person who used to bully me and quietly shared in his ear, “I am going to bring so much joy and happiness into your mom’s life.”