The Only Thing My Father Gave Me Was a Plant… But It Meant Everything
When my father passed away, grief arrived quietly, slipping into moments I didn’t expect. At the reading of his will, the division was simple and uneven. My half-sister inherited the house, the savings, and everything of clear financial value. I was left with one thing—his old cactus, the same plant that had sat by his…
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