I still remember the day my stepmother, Kelly, burned my college acceptance letter in the fireplace. It felt like my dreams had gone up in flames. But little did I know, a stranger was about to arrive at our doorstep, carrying a message from my late mother that would change everything.
It was a sunny April afternoon, and I was walking home from the animal shelter where I volunteered. As I approached the house, I noticed the fireplace was lit, which seemed odd given the warm weather. That’s when I saw Kelly, her eyes fixed on the flames, a cold smirk on her face.
She revealed that she had burned my acceptance letter, crushing my dreams of attending college. But just as I felt like giving up, the doorbell rang. It was Mr. Robertson, the Dean of Admissions, holding a pink suitcase and a message from my mother.
He explained that my mother had asked him to ensure I received the opportunity to attend college. He handed me a copy of my acceptance letter and offered me a summer internship at his office. It was a second chance at happiness, and I was determined to seize it.
I stood up to Kelly, refusing to let her control me anymore. With Mr. Robertson’s support, I realized that I didn’t owe her anything. I was finally free to pursue my dreams.
I packed my bags and moved in with my friend Sarah and her family. I started my internship and worked hard, knowing that a brighter future awaited me.
Years have passed, and I’ve built a happy life, with a loving family and a fulfilling career. I’ve never forgotten the lesson I learned from Kelly: that there will always be people who try to bring you down, but you must rise above and shine brightly.
I’m grateful for that stranger who showed up at my doorstep, carrying a message from my mother. He gave me a second chance at happiness, and I’ve made the most of it.
