Three weeks after I buried my mother, her lawyer told me I could keep the house we had shared for years. There was only one condition: I had to live there for thirty days with someone she had chosen. When that person finally knocked on my door, I almost slammed it in his face.
My name is Elise, and three weeks ago, I buried my mother.
For six years, we shared the same house. At first, I moved in because she needed help after a surgery. Then there were appointments, medications, grocery lists, and nights when neither of us slept much.
After she died, people kept asking what I planned to do with the house.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped feeling like a daughter who had moved home.
We became a team.
After she died, people kept asking what I planned to do with the house.
I always gave the same answer.
“Nothing.”
Selling it felt impossible. Every room still held proof that she had been there.
“Your mother left you the house. Under one condition.”
So when her lawyer, Mr. Bennett, called me to his office, I thought I knew why.
He waited until I sat down before opening a folder.
“Your mother left you the house,” he said.
I finally exhaled.
Then he added, “Under one condition.”
Instead of answering, he slid a sealed envelope across the desk.
I frowned.
“What condition?”
Instead of answering, he slid a sealed envelope across the desk.
I stared at the envelope in silence.
“You must both live in the house for thirty consecutive days. If either of you spends a night elsewhere, the house will be sold.”
“I’m sorry. She was very clear. You were not supposed to know until they arrived.”
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