My Sister Kicked Me Out of the House After Our Father’s Death — But She Didn’t Know He Had Foreseen It

By losing her father, Dawn loses all things, including her home and her family, as well as the sister, who did not care about her much. She is kicked out with all she has except her possessions and an ancient watch, and she believes that it is all over. Her father had it all predicted, however. And even in his last gift there is a secret that will alter the entire thing… including who will really win.

I never doubted the fact that my sister, Charlotte was indifferent to me. But I did not figure in two weeks after our father was buried that she would kick me out on the street.

ases I could remember, there had always been the three of us merely triumvirate of dad, Charlotte, and me.
Well, it was just Dad and I.

Charlotte was 35 and never really belonged to this family. She stayed in the house of our dad, but it was not her house. She never stayed at home. Other times it was a partying with friends or me simply trying to find the next big thing as she would always say.

I will be great, Dawn, I will be great! I am destined to a larger life. Not a small life in which no one knows me. Some day you will understand it.”
She took our home as some kind of crash pad by appearing whenever she wanted something especially when she needed something to eat and she needed money.

However, I was 17 and never experienced anything outside of these walls. I had been the shadow of dad and my shadow was following my dad all around the house helping him to repair and cook dinner to us when he came back home after work.

He would tell her, “That should be homecooked meals going on, Dawn.” No matter how large your breakfast is, you should be able to make something to yourself.
Does packet noodle count? I asked.

The only thing I could still recall even after that conversation was how my father gazed at me and laughed.

As a child, I used to ponder about whether Charlotte did not hate me. She was already eighteen when I was born. A grown-up person with the entire future in front of her. In the meantime, I was simply the following baby.

My mom did not even manage to stay around to see me as a surprise. But my daddy? He worshipped me.

You were the dawn of a new beginning, was her love. You were the most unexpected thing that ever happened to me and I took you in all I had.”

Perhaps that was in it. Perhaps that was the reason why Charlotte used to behave like that.

Charlotte was already getting detached when I was a grown-up enough to actually know her. She did not mean me to be her sister exactly. Rather as a nuisance in her life. A child following me just where I did not want him.

She never read me bed-time stories and played games with me. She hardly looked up on her phone when Dad took us out to get some ice cream.

Nevertheless I believed she cared, somehow.

To be here when it counted.

I was so mistaken.
and then Dad died. and all my life came undone.

It was two weeks later after the funeral we were sitting in the office of a lawyer. This was with Charlotte dolled up, and yet sitting there, looking hardly sad. Rather she appeared bored. At least she appeared to be feeling this was a waste of her time. We waited to have the will of the dad read and she was checking her nails.

And me?
I sat rigidly beside her with my hands clasped stiffly in my lap. I did not know how to feel or what to think, but I was a drowning person in grief.

The attorney coughed.

I am afraid I must be rude, I am afraid,’ he said to the ladies. I was bound to receive that call. Okay, this is where we are down to business.”
At length Charlotte rose, and recognised him.

To Charlotte the house goes, he said.

I reached out and knotted my stomach. I was not going to argue it… but why?

Why should my dad do that to me?
And to you, said the lawyer to me, bequeathed your father this.

He gave me a small box. I had a good guess of what was in it before I opened it.

The watch belonged to Dad.

It was worn out, scratched and hardly worked. However, all the time that I could remember, it was on the wrist of my dad.
I gulped my throat.

Charlotte snorted.

“Seriously? His watch?” she laughed. Even after he is dead, God, Dad continues to play favorites.

I told her that I did not listen to her. I could feel the patched leather strap on the watch. It was as it had the smell of him on it. I had no regard to the house. I did not mind the things. I simply wanted my dad back.

I was going to college, how was I going to do it without him?

During the following days we continued to live together. We said only a few words. I had an education. In school, I would go and work at the coffee shop. I went back home.
It was habit and I adored habit. I made it a habit to follow it as of my life.

Who can live without it? I would be drowned in the grief.
At some point then I came home one day after work at the coffee shop and everything that belonged to me was packed beside the door including the guitar.

There in the hall Charlotte confronted them, her arms crossed. She had her face plastered into a smug smile.

That is it! said she joyfully. Here our ways part, Dawn. You have got to quit.”

“What?” I stared slowly, like one in a dream endeavouring to come to his senses.
I heard you, little sister, she said, and pointed at my suitcases. This is my house. You learnt it with your own ears of the lawyer. And I am tired of being a baby sitter of yours.

I could not breathe. I was experiencing the sensation of all my body organs gradually shutting down.

Charlotte,” said I. There is no place to escape.

That is not my thing! said she merrily. It is something that you must work it out yourself.

I could see my eyes burning up but I would not have her see me sob.

You are going to do this? To me?” I said in a low voice struggling to suppress my tears.

She smirked.

You ought to have been kinder to me, when I was a kid, sis, you know what I mean. I would feel bad then, perhaps.
My heart sank, and I picked up my phone trembling as I dialled our lawyer. And when he answered I blurted it all out.

“Dawn!” I said, and surprised at the news. What can I do?
Charlotte has booted me out of the house! I said. I am wondering what do I do?

The pause followed. ..and then he… laughed.

A real good laugh.
I simply could not believe it! he said. All is going on according to what your father foreseen. On the morrow come to my office. I have a present here.”

Well, what could he have on earth to me?

I will take you in a motel, said he. or a bed and breakfast. All right, I will give you ten minutes, and I will ship you a car and the address.”

Said I, “thank you.”

I waited while sitting in the porch, but he never texted me.

When the car came I stepped into it and observed how the driver drove me to a cute little bed and breakfast.

here you are, maam, he replied, coming to carry my bags out.

What was I doing here? Up to now? How would this come so swiftly to pieces?

When the owner arrived at the door, I was only unpacking my pajamas.
“Dawn?” she asked. Matthew requested me to cut you some dinner. Well, I am having mac and cheese and a salad.”

I could never imagine that I should have been so fortunate in the lawyer. I did not know him that well, at least he was taking care of me.

I slept very little.

Morning found me reeling in unfocused and sleepy-eyed to Matthew at his office. He was so welcome to me.

Nonsense, sit down, kid, he said. You will enjoy this sitting down.

I fell in the chair.

What is happening?
Across the table he moved a folder.

I used to have a clever father, Dawn, he said. He could not have known until she had control of the house what Charlotte would probably do in throwing you out.
“He knew?” I gulped.

To this end he caused me to draw up this.

Matthew turned open the folder and found a pile of documents.

Seven years ago your father inherited a vast sum of money. It was nearly two millions. It was the cousin that did not have children, and your father used to take care of her when she needed some assistance.”
“What?” I gasped.

Right, he never said a word to either of you. I suppose he must have had his reasons. Well this is the thing, Dawn. Your father had divided the money between you and Charlotte.”

Is she too allowed a part? I slowly said, with a sinking heart.

“Yes, Dawn. However, it has a condition. you have to share the house in half with Charlotte.”
I sat up more erectly. Suddenly there was an apparent way out of this mess.

In the case that your sister declines, she returns with nothing at all.

The surprise must have been legible over my face since he laughed.

And that is not all, he went on. This your father has left to you.

He pushed a letter across the dinner-table towards me. It was shaking in my hands.

It was the writing of my dad.
O Dawn, my lass,

I acquaint myself with Charlotte, darling. I understand what she is going to do. However, you are more intelligent than her. You have always been. It is money lying on some safety deposit box. Waste it not, you girl.
I love you more than everything.

—Dad

I gazed at the parts of the bank account, but I became frozen.

I have not the safe deposit key Teddy, I said.

The attorney smiled.

The watch, you know, said he.

I removed Dad watch inside off my wrist and turned it over. It had very small scratches on the back side. Four numbers visible and faint.

A code!

Matthew grinned.

Dawn, Your dad was a genius.

I could not help it. The first time since his death I laughed, laughed, like crazy.

Charlotte owned the house, but all the debt as well. And she had pushed away the only person who could have helped her not to lose all this.

And a few days afterward I was still staying at the bed and breakfast when Charlotte called me. I left it to ring, and went out to get a glass of water.

I took it up then.
“Hello?” I replied sugarly.

Did you know? she spat.

“Knew what?” I asked.
The home, she clued me. I have just had a call. It is debts. By far a lot of it. Such as thousands of dollars. They foreclose the house, Dawn, unless they are paid up. And you…” with a trembling breath she said. You have the cash, haven t you?

I was sitting on an armchair, spinning the watch around my wrist that belonged to my dad.

I may be able to afford the money…” I said. We haven t exactly a good history, though, have we? I did banish you.”

She did not answer.
You see, you must be my help! said she at last.

I smiled.

I could have assisted you, Charlotte; I believe I could have done that. Say, sis, you were a little nicer to me when I was young. Perhaps, I would feel bad at that.”
Then I put down the phone.

Here I would spend some time in the bed and breakfast. Matthew was assisting me to find an apartment that was furnished.

I told him that, “Something small will do.” You have a couple of months, Dawn, till you step off to college. You do not have to be fixed in a huge house. An apartment is the choice.

You are going to be eighteen and then you can do everything you like. As of now, you have to concentrate on school.”
Thank you, said I, to have helped me. I could not have been found without you.

Dawn, father has told me lot of things about you and how badly your sister treats you. Particularly, when your mother moved out of the family. I tell your father that I would see you on your feet again.”

It was a couple of weeks later and I found myself in my small studio apartment in a hip neighborhood. It was close by my school and coffee shop and I adored it.

I never came across Charlotte again but one day when I passed by our house an evening a SOLD sign was in the front yard. I should have felt bad but I did not. Without dad, it was not my home.

At all events he still looked out after me, though then minus Matthew.
How would you have acted?

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