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When my father needed extra help around the house as he got older, I found a caretaker for him. But instead of making life easier, she only brought trouble. One evening, I came home to find fear in my father\u2019s eyes as he spoke about her. That was the moment I decided she had to go.\n My demanding job made it impossible for me to always be there for Dad, so I hired someone despite his resistance. Eventually, he agreed, and that\u2019s when Tessa came into our lives.\n She had glowing recommendations and a warm, patient demeanor that made her seem perfect. At first, I felt relieved, but that didn\u2019t last.\n One night, while clearing the dinner table, Dad suddenly grabbed my wrist. \u201cSweetheart, she\u2019s not who she says she is,\u201d he whispered. \u201cAnd she takes things.\u201d\n I frowned. \u201cTakes things? What do you mean?\u201d\n \u201cMy old flannel shirt. A book from college. The pocket watch your mother gave me.\u201d His voice trembled. \u201cI don\u2019t trust her.\u201d\n I dismissed it, thinking he was just being forgetful or struggling with needing help. But something about his fear stuck with me.\n Then, I overheard a phone call that changed everything.\n Coming home late one night, I heard Tessa\u2019s voice, low and urgent.\n \u201cNo, it\u2019s not time yet,\u201d she murmured. \u201cHe\u2019s weak. I think I need a week or two.\u201d\n A chill ran through me. Was she talking about my father? Was she waiting for something to happen? Was she dangerous?\n The next day, I watched her closely. The way she moved through the house, how she seemed to know where everything was without being told, the way she looked at Dad when she thought no one was watching\u2014it all felt off. I decided I would fire her that evening.\n But I never got the chance.\n When I got home, the house was eerily quiet. My father wasn\u2019t in his usual spot. Then I heard it\u2014his crying.\n Rushing into the living room, I found him hunched over on the couch, Tessa kneeling before him, shaking, holding a stack of papers.\n \u201cMonica,\u201d she said, her voice trembling. \u201cI can explain.\u201d\n On the coffee table lay Dad\u2019s old flannel shirt and my missing blouse. In her hands\u2014a DNA test.\n \u201cI wasn\u2019t stealing,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI just needed proof.\u201d\n My father finally spoke. \u201cShe\u2019s my daughter. Your older sister, Monica.\u201d\n I felt the floor disappear beneath me. \u201cWhat?\u201d\n He nodded, eyes filled with regret. \u201cI left her years ago. I didn\u2019t know where she ended up. But she found me.\u201d\n Tessa explained she had taken the items for a DNA test. The phone call? She had hired a private investigator to find him. She just hadn\u2019t been ready to tell him the truth yet.\n Dad\u2019s hands trembled as he reached for her. \u201cI never meant to leave you. I was young, I made mistakes. But if you\u2019ll let me, I want to fix this.\u201d\n Dad smiled. \u201cStay for dinner?\u201d\n Tessa hesitated before finally letting out a shaky laugh. \u201cYeah. I\u2019d like that.\u201d\n And just like that, everything changed. We weren\u2019t strangers anymore. We were family. And for the first time in a long time, I knew\u2014we were going to be okay.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When my father needed extra help around the house as he got older, I found a caretaker for him. But instead of making life easier, she only brought trouble. One evening, I came home to find fear in my father\u2019s eyes as he spoke about her. 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