My 18th birthday marked a turning point. I planned a surprise for my stepmom, Olivia, one that would alter her life forever.
After my mom’s passing, life felt like an endless storm. But Olivia brought stability and love. Initially, I resisted, but she patiently waited, offering comfort.
When my dad passed away, fears arose. Would Olivia leave? She reassured me, “We’re family, no matter what.”
On my birthday, I revealed the surprise. “Pack your things,” I said, her confusion palpable. The drive was tense, filled with unspoken questions.
At our destination, I unveiled the truth. Using my education fund, I bought a house for Olivia, next to my Ivy League university. We wouldn’t be apart.
Tears flowed freely as she grasped the keys. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” I replied.
Our bond transcended traditional family ties, proving love knows no bounds.
