My father was a simple man who led a rather simple life. He never had much, although he always did everything in his power to provide me with a decent life.
Following his passing a few weeks ago, his lawyer called me to his office to read my father’s will.
Honestly, I didn’t think there would be anything surprising at all.
Then the lawyer started reading: “As per your father’s wishes, his house…”
For a second I just stared at him. The house? That house?
I hadn’t imagined my dad still owned anything like that, let alone kept it in good enough condition to leave it to me.
But as the lawyer continued, I learned something I never knew: my father had spent years quietly fixing up the old home I grew up in. Little things, done slowly and without telling anyone. He repaired the squeaky floorboards, repainted the rooms, tightened the loose hinges, and replaced things that had broken ages ago.
He probably never mentioned anything about it because he wanted it to feel like a real gift, not an obligation.
Hearing that he restored that old place just for me made me realize how much love can hide in the everyday things people do without saying a word.
When I finally went to check on the place, it felt familiar but different. The garden was full of flowers and newly planted trees, the rooms smelled of color, and all of my father’s books were neatly placed on the shelves. I got the feeling that the house was just waiting for me, to se it and to admire it for everything it represented.
I didn’t feel overwhelmed. I felt… settled, somehow. It was as though my father left a piece of himself in every corner of that old place.
I didn’t receive any money from my father, but I did get something more valuable, a house that brought so many memories, a place I felt I could call home.
Over the next few weeks, I did clean the place and got rid of some of the things there and brought some of my own, but it still resembled to the place my father left behind.
In that house, I have the feeling of belonging and I am forever grateful to my father for providing that comfort I didn’t even know I needed in my life.
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