My dad recently married Ivy who’s younger than me. Last month, he told me he’d updated his will so that everything, including the house and savings, would go to her. “She needs to be taken care of,” he said. At our next family dinner, their faces went pale when I calmly stood up, cleared my throat, and said, “Dad, I have something to share too.”
I pulled out a small folder and placed it gently on the table. “I’ve already built my own life,” I began. “A home of my own, a business I worked for from scratch, and a future I’m proud of. I don’t need anything from you except your happiness.” Ivy looked stunned, and my dad blinked, unsure whether to worry or breathe a sigh of relief.
