
Mom Sold Our Childhood Home Days Before She Died – We Were Crushed Until We Saw the Buyer at Her Funeral
They say a house is just a house, just wood, nails, and bricks. But our house wasn’t just that. It was laughter echoing through the kitchen as Mom flipped pancakes on a Sunday morning. It was the smell of rain drifting in through the cracked living room window. It was Christmas mornings filled with excitement, scraped knees on summer days, and whispered secrets between me and my sisters, Claire and Hannah, across the hallway at night. So when Mom sat us down over tea and told us she had sold