My stepmom burned my college acceptance letter. She watched it curl and vanish in flames like it meant nothing. I was trapped—no dad, no help, no future. Or so I thought.
That’s when the doorbell rang.
Kelly opened it with her usual fake charm, but her smile vanished when she saw the man at the door—a sharply dressed gentleman with a pink suitcase.
“Are you Pamela?” he asked, eyes locking onto mine.
“Yes,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“I’m Mr. Robertson. Your mother asked me to find you.”
“My mom passed away years ago,” I said, confused.
He opened the suitcase right there in the hallway. Inside were documents, letters… even a trust fund account. “Your biological mother set this up before she died. She asked me to deliver it the moment you got accepted into college. She believed in your future—even when no one else did.”
Kelly’s face turned ghost-white. I took the envelope from him. A second copy of my acceptance letter.
I was going to college after all.
And Kelly? She was no longer in control.
Moral: Evil can burn paper, but it can’t destroy destiny. When someone tries to bury you, remember—it may just be the beginning of your blooming.
