Chapter 6 - A Christmas Morning Gift

Christmas morning arrived. Outside, the snow fell softly against the windowpanes.
For the first time in my life, there was no loud shouting, no artificial holiday music, and no fake smiles. It was just Grandpa Theodore and me sitting by a roaring fire in the hearth.
He handed me a sleek, thick red leather folder tied with a gold ribbon.
"Merry Christmas, Avery," he said gently.
"What’s this?" I asked, untying the string.
"Your parents think they left you behind to be a burden," Theodore said softly. "Inside that folder is the deed to a townhouse in downtown Boston, fully paid for, along with a seed capital trust fund under your name. You will never have to answer to them again. You will never have to beg for their approval."
I pulled out the documents. My name was clearly printed on the property transfer and the trust agreement. Tears spilled over my eyelashes—not from anger this time, but from pure relief.
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"Grandpa... this is too much," I whispered.
"It's what you earned by having courage when everyone else chose cowardice," he said, touching my hand. "That red folder is your freedom. And it's also your parents' real Christmas gift when they get back."