The Farm My Father Left Me—And the Secret It Held
I never knew my biological parents.
They didn’t just leave me—they made it clear in the paperwork that they wanted nothing to do with me.
Growing up in foster care, that question haunted me:
“Why wasn’t I worth keeping?”
It shaped my whole life.
I worked nonstop, trying to build something out of nothing—but no matter how hard I fought, stability always felt just out of reach.
Then one day, everything changed.
The Call That Changed Everything
A lawyer called me.
“I represent your father’s estate,” he said.
My father?
I almost hung up. This had to be a mistake. I had no parents. No family.
But he continued:
“He passed away. And… he left you his farm.”
A farm?
Somewhere 30 kilometers outside of town.
I had never even heard his name before.
I confirmed it was real. And then, with nothing holding me back, I packed my bags and left.
A Stranger’s Land
The dirt road was long and quiet.
When I reached the gate, I stopped.
The land stretched wide—an old farmhouse, a barn, rolling fields. It felt abandoned.
And yet… something about it pulled me in.
But as I stood there, staring at the home of a man I’d never met, one question burned in my mind:
“If he’s gone… where is my mother?”