Today, when I came home my door was open. I rushed inside and froze when I saw my daughter packing up my belongings. I asked her what was happening, and she coldly replied,

“I’m renting out the house to pay for my child’s treatment. You can keep your trip money and even stay in Europe because you won’t have a home when you come back.”

I was stunned. The house is in her name because my husband and I, before he passed, decided to transfer it to her-she was going to inherit it anyway. But I never imagined she would use that against me and force me out of my own home.

Now, I’m staying in temporary housing, trying to figure out what to do next. It seems I won’t be taking that trip after all, as I’ll need the money to find a permanent place to live. I still can’t believe my own daughter would treat me this way.

Did I make a mistake? Was I wrong to hold onto my dream instead of helping her?