My parents gifted me the down payment for a house, a gesture rooted in love but burdened with a secret I couldn’t ignore. I had to return the money without revealing the truth, so I orchestrated a plan—a web of fake renovation dreams and inflated risks—to protect the people who had always protected me.
Standing in the living room, my hands trembled slightly as I handed over the carefully crafted renovation plans. The usual comfort of home—the scent of Mom’s lavender candles and the faint aroma of Dad’s coffee—felt foreign today. I was about to deceive the two people who had given me everything.
Dad sat in his favorite armchair, the leather arms worn from years of family moments. Mom, perched on the sofa’s edge, nervously adjusted her reading glasses as she studied the plans I’d spent sleepless nights creating with my friend Jamie.
“I’ve been working on something exciting,” I began, forcing a steady tone. I explained my “plan” to buy a fixer-upper and convert it into a duplex—a seemingly promising investment but one designed to set off alarm bells. The projected costs, strategically astronomical, were engineered to make them recoil.
Mom’s voice quavered as she reviewed the numbers. “Hannah, these expenses… they’re outrageous.” Dad, setting the papers down with deliberate care, echoed her concerns, citing every risk I had anticipated. As the conversation unfolded, their protective instincts kicked in just as I’d hoped.
“We’ll take back the down payment,” Mom concluded gently, her thumb rubbing comforting circles on my hand. “This is too much for you right now.”
I let my shoulders slump, feigning disappointment. “If you think it’s for the best,” I replied, relief washing over me as I gathered the plans. Upstairs, I sent Jamie a triumphant text before collapsing onto my bed, the weight of the past two days lifting.
Just two nights earlier, I’d overheard Mom’s hushed phone call with Grandma in the darkened kitchen. She spoke of mounting medical bills, dipping into retirement savings, and the strain of a second mortgage—sacrifices they made for me, even as they struggled to keep their own home. The realization left me reeling, but it also fueled my determination to protect them as they had always protected me.
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