When my mother passed, she left me her treasured lake house—a peaceful place full of our shared memories. I protected it dearly and visited only to feel close to her. After my father remarried, my stepmother Carla often made subtle remarks about my mom’s lifestyle and redecorated our home without respect. I made it clear that the lake house was off-limits to everyone. It was my mother’s legacy, and I intended to keep it that way.
One year, on the anniversary of my mom’s passing, I arrived at the lake house expecting quiet reflection. Instead, I found several cars parked outside, music playing, and strangers using my mother’s belongings casually. Through the window, I saw Carla hosting a party with her friends. They commented mockingly about my mother’s interests and treated the place like a vacation spot. Realizing she used a key taken without permission, I quietly left and chose not to confront her in anger.