My mother died of cancer, my grandmother raised me. She was my world—packing lunches, teaching me to cook, and sitting by my bedside. So when my grandmother passed, she left me her only possession: the house I grew up in. Then, all of a sudden, my aunt and her daughter, Lydia, showed up. They were never around when Grandma was alive. They rarely visited (just to receive gifts for Christmas), never helped Grandma with groceries or doctors' appointments. A few weeks after Grandma's death, Lydia su

My mother died of cancer, my grandmother raised me. She was my world—packing lunches, teaching me to cook, and sitting by my bedside. So when my grandmother passed, she left me her only possession: the house I grew up in. Then, all of a sudden, my aunt and her daughter, Lydia, showed up. They were never around when Grandma was alive. They rarely visited (just to receive gifts for Christmas), never helped Grandma with groceries or doctors' appointments. A few weeks after Grandma's death, Lydia su