84. Even still, she blesses me

All I do is work, work, work. 

Not complaining my debt is slowly dwindling to nothing. 


Yesterday I finally made it to the other house to pick up a few things, grab the mail, and get some more trash out. 

       I swear I could probably have lived there rent free the past month and my landlord would have no idea. There hasn’t been an eviction notice served yet. It’s been over three months since I’ve paid him any type of rent. I even spoke to him and told him I wouldn’t be able to afford rent anytime soon – he had asked if there was any way I could stay- 

Right as I was beginning to leave, something in my stomach made me throw the car in park, to sift through the mail to see what’s there, and if I had gotten a eviction notice. There wasn’t, how ever I came across this thick, large white envelope, from and company I had never heard of. Afraid I was being sued for some sort of debt, I ripped it open and begun reading this stack of papers. Once through with the first page I was blown through the roof. By time I got done with all of the paper work, I was speechless. Apparently I’m the beneficiary to my great grandmothers… everything. Tomorrow I’m contacting a lawyer, to make sure I have legal support, and to be sure everything happens just as it should. I have no idea about these things, so I was it done properly. I’ll also need support if my Grandma Roberta, or father find out about this. 



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