I Was Never My Dad’s Favorite. 25 Years Later, I Finally Learned The Heartbreaking Reason Why

When Lisa arrived at her mother’s house, she felt a mix of nostalgia and unease as she walked through the familiar rooms filled with old furniture and knick-knacks. The house, once filled with laughter and family gatherings, now felt eerily quiet, as if it held its breath in anticipation of what was to come. Reaching her father’s office, she found it in disarray. Files and papers were scattered everywhere, as if someone had searched through them in a hurry, leaving behind a chaotic mess. Frustration bubbled up inside her as she sifted through the piles of documents, her hands shaking slightly with anger and determination.