After my mother’s death, I sold her apartment and decided to visit the small town she once loved, only to find she had left me a property there. On the way, I impulsively bought an old RV to start fresh. But it broke down in the middle of nowhere, and I was rescued by Oliver and his daughter, Grace. During our journey together, I saw a photograph of my mother in Oliver’s wallet — and learned he had once loved her, but believed she’d left him.

The truth came out when I showed him a letter my mother had kept. It turned out Grace’s mother had forged the goodbye note to steal him away, and he never knew my mother had been pregnant with me. Grace and I clashed bitterly — she had grown up with the father I never had. I left them, determined to finish my journey alone.

When I arrived, the lawyer revealed my mother’s house was half mine and half Oliver’s. Inside, I found her sewing tools, old photos of her and Oliver, and the life they might have had. Soon after, Oliver and Grace joined me, and we silently decided to scatter my mother’s ashes together.

In that moment, my anger began to fade. Grace apologized, and we agreed to try moving past the pain. As she left, I stayed with Oliver, ready to build the relationship we’d lost for so many years. Surrounded by my mother’s sewing things, I felt it was time to follow my dreams — with my father finally by my side.