One day, I inherited the house of my deceased neighbor who hated me, but his one condition made me act like never before - Story of the day

"Cela lui a pris des années. Il a dit que c'était la seule chose qu'il devait faire avant de mourir. C'est pour ça qu'il a déménagé ici. Il avait l'habitude de se tenir près de la fenêtre, de te regarder travailler dans le jardin. Il voulait te le dire tant de fois. Mais il était têtu. Fier. Il pensait que tu lui cracherais au visage pour ce qu'il avait fait."

"And you? Why did he leave you with me?"

Rose gave a small, sad laugh. "My body is failing me. Harold thought that... maybe... you and I could still have something. He wrote you a letter. I was supposed to wait until you were ready."

She took a small envelope out of her knitting basket. My name was on it. I held it in my lap like a burning coal. A truth buzzed in my bones, begging to be spoken aloud, but my mouth couldn't move.

"So that baby... the girl in the photo... was that me?"

Rose held out her hand to me, wrapping her paper-thin fingers around mine.

"You have always been my daughter."

I opened the envelope with trembling hands.