I gave her a small box, then told her she’d need to pack her things. Confused, she asked why. I explained that my dad had opened a savings account for me, and I’d added to it. I bought her a house, close to my university, so she’d always have a place of her own.
Tears filled her eyes as I handed her the keys. “This is for everything you’ve done for me,” I said.
Her response, “I love you,” was all I needed to hear. That day, I realized that family is built on love and loyalty, not just blood.