In a surprising move, my grandparents announced they were giving me a fully furnished apartment instead of the reward they had planned for my mom. They called out the years of neglect I’d endured and made it clear I deserved a fresh start where I could feel valued. My parents were stunned and angry, but the rest of the family stood behind the decision. Even Ashley seemed to realize this was about more than just her car.
Moving into my apartment felt surreal—I finally felt seen and appreciated. My grandparents visited often, bringing meals and encouragement. Later, my mom came by with an apology and a peace offering, but I told her I needed time and space. Slowly, she began changing, spending more time with the foster kids and encouraging Ashley to grow up. For the first time in years, I dared to hope for a better future—one where I wasn’t invisible anymore.
