That night, Daniel and I sat down with our siblings to discuss our plan. We had a few close friends who were lawyers, and over the years, they had taught us a thing or two about property laws. We knew our father was not entitled to the house just because he wanted to reclaim his place in our lives. The law was on our side, but more importantly, so was justice.
The following morning, we called our lawyer friend, Sara, who immediately came over. She was furious when she heard about our father’s plans. “He can’t just waltz back into your lives and take away the roof over your heads,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “Legally, you’re entitled to your mother’s share, and given everything he’s done — or rather, not done — you have a solid case to fight back.”
Sara helped us gather necessary documents, including our mother’s will, which had been updated shortly before she passed away. She had left her share of the house to us, her children. Our father, in his haste and arrogance, had overlooked this crucial detail.
