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<\/div>\nWhen my father passed away, Loretta quickly turned her focus to control. I remember sitting in the lawyer\u2019s office, the air smelling of stale coffee. \u201cYou\u2019ll invest the money wisely, Mona,\u201d she had told me, already outlining how we would rebuild the family\u2019s legacy. I believed her. Loretta\u2019s plans were always infallible.<\/p>\n
\u201cAs per your father\u2019s wishes,\u201d the lawyer said, glancing at the will, \u201chis estate and money will go to Brenna.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho!?\u201d The word escaped my lips.<\/p>\n
The lawyer paused. \u201cBrenna is your father\u2019s other daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSister? I\u2026 I have a sister?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cImpossible!\u201d Loretta\u2019s sharp voice ricocheted off the walls. \u201cThis must be a mistake! My son couldn\u2019t leave everything to some stranger!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s no mistake, ma\u2019am,\u201d the lawyer countered. \u201cYour son provided clear instructions. Brenna inherits the house, accounts, and stocks.\u201d<\/p>\n
I barely heard them. A sister I never knew existed. Loretta\u2019s hand gripped mine. \u201cWe\u2019ll fix this, Mona. We\u2019ll find this Brenna and make sure she does what\u2019s right.\u201d Defying Loretta had never been an option, so I nodded.<\/p>\n
Following Grandma\u2019s instructions, I arrived at Brenna\u2019s house a few days later. The small building leaned slightly to one side, its paint flaking. The door creaked open before I even knocked. Brenna stood there, smiling wide, her fingers twisting together in a rhythmic instinct.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi!\u201d she said, her voice bright. \u201cI saw you coming. Did you park by the mailbox? It\u2019s wobbly.\u201d She tapped the doorframe three times with her knuckles.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Mona. Your sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in! Watch the floorboard near the kitchen. It squeaks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside, the house smelled of clay. The kitchen was dominated by a workbench covered in pottery and tools. Brenna rearranged a set of vases three times, muttering under her breath before nodding in satisfaction.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re my sister,\u201d she said, turning back to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said slowly. \u201cOur father\u2026 He passed away recently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her smile didn\u2019t falter. \u201cWhat\u2019s it like? Having a dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was kind. He cared. We were friends.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded, her fingers twitching. \u201cI never met him. But I have his hands.\u201d She held up her palms, showing traces of clay. \u201cMom always said so. Big hands, like him.\u201d Her sincerity was disarming. I\u2019d expected resentment, but she radiated quiet acceptance.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad left me a gift,\u201d Brenna said. \u201cHe called it that in the letter. Did he leave you a gift too?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated, Loretta\u2019s biting words ringing in my ears. \u201cNot really.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s strange. Everyone should get a gift. You should stay for a week,\u201d Brenna suggested. \u201cYou can tell me about him. In return, I\u2019ll share the gift. It\u2019s only fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d I said. \u201cA week.\u201d<\/p>\n
That week felt like a parallel universe where expectations melted away. Breakfast wasn\u2019t a sleek latte; it was bacon and eggs served on paper plates. \u201cEasier this way,\u201d Brenna said. \u201cTime saved is time for pottery.\u201d<\/p>\n
She had a way of saying things directly, without filters. But her rituals\u2014resetting plates on the porch rail to ensure they were aligned\u2014told a story of a mind that worked differently. We walked to the lake barefoot. She would pause to touch leaves or rearrange stones. These actions seemed as necessary to her as breathing.<\/p>\n
In her studio, the air was earthy. She handed me a lump of clay. \u201cTry making something.\u201d My first attempt was a disaster. \u201cIt\u2019s terrible,\u201d I groaned.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not terrible,\u201d Brenna said, gently reshaping the clay. \u201cIt\u2019s just new. New things take time.\u201d Even when I spilled water and smeared her work, she didn\u2019t scold me. She just cleaned it.<\/p>\n
Just as I started to relax, Loretta\u2019s calls became more frequent. \u201cMona, what are you waiting for? This isn\u2019t a vacation! She\u2019s na\u00efve. Convince her to sign it over. Use her trust if you have to.\u201d Her words stung. They felt wrong in Brenna\u2019s world.<\/p>\n
The following day, Loretta arrived unannounced. Her heels clicked sharply on the uneven floor. \u201cHow can you stand this mess, Mona?\u201d she snapped. She turned to Brenna. \u201cYou have no right to what\u2019s been given to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenna froze, her hands trembling as she rearranged vases, muttering, \u201cGift, gift,\u201d under her breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cMona, end this nonsense,\u201d Loretta demanded. \u201cShe\u2019s not like us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGift!\u201d Brenna said louder, pointing toward a small cabinet. I opened it and found a stack of old letters addressed to my father.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are those?\u201d Loretta demanded.<\/p>\n
\u201cLetters from Brenna\u2019s mother,\u201d I said, flipping through them. \u201cDid you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Loretta paled, then hardened. \u201cI did what I had to! Do you think I\u2019d let some woman trap my son with a broken child? When she came looking for him, I told her to stay away. I refused to let her and her daughter become part of this family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her words were cruel. Brenna clung to the table, her eyes wide. In that moment, the \u201cgift\u201d my father left wasn\u2019t just the money or the house. It was the truth. He had known about Brenna and had spent his final act ensuring she was cared for, far away from Loretta\u2019s \u201cperfection.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my grandmother, the woman who had groomed me to be a cold extension of herself, and then at my sister, who was whole in a way Loretta could never understand. I didn\u2019t need to reclaim anything for Loretta. I was exactly where I was meant to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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