My Granddaughter’s Mother Came Back After 16 Years — With Papers to Take Our Home
Sixteen years ago, at 56, I was still renting when my son Mark bought a modest house. To him, it was a castle. He dreamed of a porch, a swing set, even a room for me. Then came the accident. He was gone, leaving two-year-old Emma and a simple will naming her heir. At the…