When my mother died, I thought I had lost everything—especially when her will favored my sister, Sybella. But then, her doctor gave me an envelope containing the deed to a hidden cabin in the mountains. Inside, my mother had left a note: “This is where I was happiest. I hope it brings you peace.”
I drove there that same day, desperate for answers. The cabin was filled with old photos and journals, revealing a secret I never expected—my mother had another child, a son named Jasper, given up for adoption years before I was born.
I found him working as a mechanic in a nearby town. When we met, it was as if we had known each other forever. But Sybella wasn’t happy when she found out. She threatened legal action until I showed her the truth in our mother’s journals.
Seeing the pain in her eyes, I realized she had felt neglected too. Slowly, we began to heal. We fixed up the cabin together, shared stories, and even uncovered hidden coins worth a fortune—money we used for our kids’ futures.
Now, the cabin is our family’s sanctuary. Every year, we return to honor our mother’s memory and the unexpected gift she left us—not just a cabin, but a second chance at being a family.
