I never got along with my elderly neighbor, Mr. Sloan. He always found ways to irritate me, and his final act of dumping dirt on my flowerbed felt like the last straw. But just a day later, he unexpectedly passed away — and to my shock, I was summoned by his lawyer. I was even more stunned to learn he had left me his house… with one unusual condition.
To receive the property, I had to care for Rose, an elderly woman Mr. Sloan described only as someone important. Struggling with rising rent and a damaged garden business, I reluctantly agreed. At first, Rose seemed sweet but quickly became demanding — requesting special meals, midnight errands, and constant attention. I started to question what I had signed up for.
Everything changed when I discovered an old photo of a young woman who looked exactly like me, holding a baby next to a much younger Mr. Sloan. That woman turned out to be Rose. As the truth unraveled, I learned that I had been adopted — and that Mr. Sloan was actually my biological father. He had tracked me down in secret, hoping to reconnect without revealing the painful truth of the past.
Through his will, Mr. Sloan gave me not only a home, but a chance to rediscover family. Rose and I, both carrying years of regret and loss, found a way to begin again — not as strangers bound by duty, but as two women healing old wounds. What started as a burden became a gift I never expected.