Homeless Twin Sisters Inherit Property from Grandmother They Never Knew — Story of the Day

Madison and Jessica fled their violent stepfather and became robbers. They find a picture connected to their past during a disastrous break-in at the home of an unidentified elderly woman, which sets them on a surprising course.

The lawyer smiled as the twins, Jessica and Madison, both 25 years old, followed his example. “One last signature there,” he remarked. “There, You own it all!”

Jessica stared at the Victorian-style estate on the outskirts of the peaceful town, its high ceilings and elaborate decorations, after the lawyer had departed.

“Can you believe it, Maddy!?” she told, her veins tingling with delight. “This is now our property! It’s ours!

Unaware that her sister had been silently crying instead of speaking, Jessica exulted.

“Maddy, what’s wrong?” Confused, Jessica asked.

“Jess, this mansion, the way we got it…It still feels like a dream,” Madison murmured, looking shocked and breathless. With her eyes closed, she reflected about the darkest period of their lives sixteen years prior. They were nine years old when they ran away from their stepfather and had only $3 in their pockets.

The twins’ mother passed away in a vehicle accident in 1999, and they moved in with their stepfather, Martin, in the fall of 2002. Although he had always struggled with alcohol, his wife’s passing made matters worse. He lost his job because he vented his displeasure on them.

He reminded Madison and Jessica that they were a burden, but they made an effort to be decent. However, Martin came home intoxicated one night expecting food on the table after years of continual abuse.

Whispering, “We’re really sorry, sir,” Madison dropped her head in fear. We needed to finish a lot of homework today. We’ll have dinner ready in twenty minutes. We sincerely apologize for the delay.

“She’s telling the truth,” Jessica concurred.

Martin was still not pleased with their response. Taking their notes and bags, he tossed them haphazardly around the living room.

Your school doesn’t matter to me. You fat little rats, do you get it?” Martin shouted, startling them. “You’ll have to work around here if I keep you! You’ll be on the streets if this occurs again.

The girls exchanged glances, and even though he had threatened to expel them before, his remarks nevertheless had a terrifying effect.

In an attempt to stop Madison from crying, Jessica said, “Yes, sir.”

When Martin saw they were scared, his anger subsided and he smiled. He took a drink from his refrigerator and sat in front of the television as he placed a pizza order. Obviously, he would not tell them that.

Jessica trailed closely behind Madison as she hurried to their room. She cried and asked her sister, “What are we doing to do?” “We can’t live with that ogre anymore.”

Her twin dabbed at her tears. “Where would we go?”

We’re not even fed by him, though. He’s against us,” Jessica went on. Wouldn’t it be preferable to simply go? Escape?”

Madison asked, glancing around, “Run where?”

“Anywhere. After shrugging, her sister said, “Somewhere better than here.”

“OK,” nodded Madison. They both fell silent and looked into each other’s eyes for a while. With a close embrace, they started packing. Between them, they had barely three dollars, but they occasionally checked the few pennies and dimes they had managed to take.

After making sure Martin was sound asleep, they slowly left their room when they were ready. He was still holding his beer can, and his pizza box was only half full.

For a moment, Jessica stopped Madison. Jessica went to her stepfather’s room after saying, “Wait, I can’t leave until I do something,” and setting her belongings down.

“What are you doing?” Fearful, Madison yelled and muttered. However, Jessica returned shortly after with a bottle. A powder was sprinkled over Martin’s open beer can as she crept over to his house. His snoring was loud, fortunately.

After throwing the bottle to the ground and gathering her belongings, Jessica yelled Madison out.

When her sister asked, “What was that?”

She said, “Laxative,” with a small smile.

They departed, never to see their awful stepfather again, and Madison nearly erupted in laughter but bit her lip.

Over the following fifteen years, the girls moved around the nation, making ends meet by begging and stealing where they could. They eventually scraped together enough cash to purchase a basic minivan.

They had to modify their appearance after stealing and flee communities as soon as possible. Although their lives was complex, it was effective for them. Madison was typically more cautious and afraid when stealing, but Jessica was the most bold.

On their way through Boston, they unexpectedly came upon a neighbor who had a huge, exquisite estate.

Maddy, take a look at that house. As she halted the car a short distance away, Jessica said, “I bet we could grab just one box of jewelry and be set for the rest of the year.”

“Jess, I couldn’t tell. How sturdy those wrought-iron fences are. It will not be easy to climb. These locations also most likely have alarm systems and other features, right? Madison gazed in awe at the state while shaking her head.

After insisting, “Well, I’m going,” Jessica unbuckled her seat belt and climbed out of the driver’s seat. Madison tried to persuade her out of it, but he followed.

It was difficult to scale the fence, as expected, but at least there was no alarm. Jessica was a master at picking locks, but she was aware that wealthy people never locked their doors. Her voice said, “Bingo,” as she rolled a side door open.

The twins hurried inside a dressing room and began to raid, discovering a plethora of jewelry and high-end purses.

They were about to leave when Madison knocked over a vase while lifting her bulky suitcase.

Her eyes were wide with fright as she murmured, “Oops!” to her sister.

“We must leave,” Jessica stated coolly. “Let’s pray she didn’t hear this.”

“Who’s there?” The lights came on all of a sudden. In the doorway stood an elderly woman wearing a nightgown. “Who are you?”

As they gazed at one another, the twins contemplated their next move.

“Oh, no.” Don’t take that, please,” the woman said, focusing on the box Jessica was holding because it wouldn’t fit in her bag. She instantly started crying. “Take anything else but that, and I won’t call the police.”

Jessica refused to leave that box now that the elderly woman had essentially verified its value, despite the twins’ agitation. She rushed to the elderly woman at the door and shoved her aside, shouting, “MADDY, RUN!”

When the elderly woman caught herself falling, she cried out, “Please, those jewels are worth more than money!”

With hardly a second’s hesitation, Madison followed her sister. When they were safely inside their van, they hurried down and stepped out through the sliding door without turning around. Through the glass, Madison could see the elderly woman gazing up at the home.

“We did a terrible thing, Jess,” Madison mused. “She said they’re worth more than money.”

“Yes, that implies that the contents of this box are worth more than anything else. Jessica yelled, “This is how we survive,” and continued to drive.

They pulled over at an empty rest stop that night because they were too exhausted to leave Boston, and Jessica promptly dozed off. The inability to remain motionless prompted Madison to pick up the box and head back to the elderly woman’s home.

Madison rang the bell on her door rather than breaking in again. The elderly woman’s eyes widened at seeing her holding the jewelry box in her hand and not wearing a mask.

Madison said, “I’m sorry for what we did earlier,” in a kind tone heavy with remorse and compassion. “My sister and I had a difficult situation. We ask for your forgiveness. Keep the police away.

With a tearful expression on her face, the elderly woman urged Madison to come inside. The younger woman started talking to her after she asked her to call her Mrs. George. Madison eventually noticed a lot of people in the photos on her mantelpiece.

But she was drawn to one frame.

“Wh—who is this?” Madison stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. Madison’s gaze was followed by the old woman’s as she studied the picture, wondering what had caused the young woman to cry so unexpectedly.

Mrs. George quietly said, “Well, that’s…that’s my late daughter, Amber,” her glass became hazy from the warm tears in her eyes. Didn’t she look beautiful? What makes you cry, though?

Staring at the picture and then back at Mrs. George, Madison’s heart skipped a beat.

“What? Your child? It isn’t possible…”That’s my mother!”

The two women looked at each other in confusion, their eyes full of emotion, and the living room fell silent. The grandmother’s face was bleeding profusely, and she whispered, “Your mother?!”

Oh my God! This is simply amazing! “Your grandmother is me, honey.” As she drew Madison into a tight embrace, Mrs. George gasped, understanding that they were connected in a way they could never have predicted.

“How—what is this? We have a granny, but I had no idea!” Madison said, startled. “I’ll take my sister along. “She must also be aware.”

After rushing to the minivan, Madison filled Jessica in on everything.

What? Isn’t she our grandmother? How is that even possible? Why did we not know about her for so long? When Jessica’s sister told her about the meeting back at the grandmother’s estate, Jessica was startled.

Yes, Jess! It’s absurd. It was our grandmother who was robbed just now! Let’s venture out and learn more.

They spoke with the elderly woman and expressed their regret for robbing her. Mrs. George also expressed regret for not knowing about them.

“I and my daughter experienced a number of issues. She chose the wrong men because she was boy-crazy. I had no idea where she had relocated to when she finally cut me off. According to their grandma, “I decided it would be best to let her come to me later.”

After more conversation, the elderly woman invited them to remain at her home. After confirming with a DNA test a few days later, Mrs. George assured them they would never have to steal again.

After Mrs. George died nine months later, Madison and Jessica inherited her home and the whole estate, albeit it took them several months to complete the paperwork.

Madison sobbed, “If we had known about her before, we could’ve lived this life all along,” and Jessica hastened to embrace her.

Jessica sobbed and chuckled as she tightened her grip. “Instead, we burglarized our grandmother’s house.”

“Breaking into this house was the best thing we ever did,” Madison remarked. “I’m grateful, then. For being our stupid, courageous Robin Hood.