My Sister Stole the Inheritance My Father Left Me to Pay for Her Lavish Wedding – But I Came with a ‘Gift’ She Didn’t Expect
When my father, Richard, passed away, my whole world shifted. I was 28 years old, but the grief made me feel like a lost child again. It was as if the ground had cracked beneath me, and even breathing suddenly felt heavy and hard. Dad wasn’t just my father — he was my anchor, my best friend, my teacher, my safe place. He was the kind of man who could turn the darkest day into something lighter just by being there. He remembered every birthday, not with expensive gifts, but