My Foster Parents Took My Parents’ Money and Called It a Blessing—I Gave Them Exactly What They Deserved

As I walked away, a ghost of a smile touched my lips. People might call it revenge. People might call it cruel. But I knew the truth. It wasn’t just about the money, not really. It was about my parents. It was about their love, their sacrifice, their desperate hope for my future.

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And as I limped out of that building, a familiar ache shooting up my leg, I whispered, not to them, but to the ghosts of my real parents: “I did it for you. I got back exactly what they deserved.” But the twist, the truly heartbreaking truth, is that no amount of money or revenge will ever give me back the ability to run without pain, or undo the years of silent suffering. They stole more than just money; they stole my childhood, my health, and a piece of my soul I could never reclaim.