My brother’s wife kicked him out — so I took him in.
Within days, my clean home turned into chaos.
He quit his job, drank all night, and treated my house like his.
When I confronted him, he laughed and said,
“Maybe I should own this place.”
That’s when I gave him two weeks to change or leave.
Then… something shifted.
He started cleaning. Cooking. Trying.
But just when I began to hope — my laptop disappeared.
I found it later — sticky with soda — and decided I was done.
Before the deadline, he vanished.
He left a note:
“Thanks for the roof. Sorry I was a jerk.”
Inside a drawer — $800 and a receipt for a new laptop.
Weeks later, a message came:
“I got a job. You were right. I’m trying now.”
Months passed. He visited again — clean, steady, different.
He’d even regrown my dead jade plant. 🌱
Not everyone deserves a second chance —
but sometimes, giving it shows who you are more than who they were.
