The next day, Kyle called, panicked. The house had been transformed—slides in the living room, toys everywhere. It was no longer a home, but a community center Dad and I had been building for local kids, with plans for a candy-themed exterior. As the new owner, Kyle was responsible for the renovations and maintenance.
Desperate, Kyle admitted he needed the house for a loan to save his failing business. I saw the same brother I once knew—vulnerable, scared. Despite the years of neglect, I softened and offered to talk things through.
Maybe, just maybe, we could start rebuilding our family. After all, that’s what Dad would’ve wanted.”