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

Madison and Jessica turned to a life of robbery after escaping their abusive stepdad. One fateful burglary at an unknown older lady’s mansion leads them down an unexpected path when they stumble upon a photo linked to their past.

“One last signature there,” the attorney said, smiling when the 25-year-old twins Madison and Jessica followed his lead. “There! It’s all yours!”

Once the lawyer left, Jessica’s gaze lingered on the towering ceilings and ornate décor of the Victorian-style mansion nestled in the outskirts of the quiet town.

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“Can you believe it, Maddy!?” she exclaimed, feeling excitement swishing through her veins. “We own this now! It’s OURS!

Jessica rejoiced, not realizing that her sister hadn’t said a word and was instead quietly crying.

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

“Jess, this mansion, the way we got it…It still feels like a dream,” Madison said, breathless and disbelieving. She closed her eyes and thought about the lower point in their life 16 years ago. They were nine and had only $3 in their pockets after fleeing their stepfather.

In the fall of 2002, the twins lived with their stepfather, Martin, after their mother died in a car accident 1999. While he always had trouble drinking, his wife’s death worsened things. He took his frustrations out on them and couldn’t hold down a job.

Madison and Jessica tried to be good, despite how often he reminded them they were a burden. But after years of this mistreatment, Martin got home drunk one night, expecting food on the table.

“We’re really sorry, sir,” Madison said softly, her head lowered in fright. “We had a lot of homework to do today. Dinner will be ready in just 20 minutes. Please forgive us for being late.”

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

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Still, Martin didn’t like their answer. He grabbed their notebooks and bags, hurling them around the living room carelessly.

“I don’t care about your school. Do you understand, you lazy little rats?” Martin yelled, terrifying them. “If I have to raise you, you’ll have to work around here! If this happens again, you’ll be out on the streets!”

The girls looked at each other, and although this wasn’t the first time he had threatened to kick them out, his words still caused intense terror.

Madison began to cry while Jessica tried to stop the tears, uttering, “Yes, sir.”

Martin grinned, his rage dissipating now that he knew they were afraid. He grabbed a beer from his fridge and sat in front of the TV while dialing to order some pizza. Of course, he wouldn’t share that with them.

Madison ran to their room, and Jessica followed closely. “What are we doing to do?” she asked her crying sister. “We can’t live with that ogre anymore.”

Her twin wiped her tears away. “Where would we go?”

“I know, but he doesn’t even feed us. He hates us,” Jessica continued. “Wouldn’t it be better to just leave? Run away?”

“Run where?” Madison asked, looking around.

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

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“OK,” Madison said, nodding. They quieted and stared into each other eyes for a long time. Then, they hugged tightly and began to pack. They checked the few pennies and dimes they’d managed to steal here and there, but it was only three dollars between them.

When they were ready, they exited their room slowly, checking that Martin was fast asleep. His pizza box was only half empty, and his beer can was still in his hand.

Jessica stopped Madison for a second. “Wait, I can’t leave until I do something,” Jessica said, put her things down, and ran to her stepfather’s room.

“What are you doing?” Madison whispered-yelled, panicking. But Jessica was back quickly with a bottle. She tiptoed to Martin’s and poured a powder on his open beer can. Luckily, he was snoring loudly.

Jessica threw the bottle on the floor, grabbed her things, and ushered Madison out.

“What was that?” her sister asked.

“Laxative,” she answered, grinning slightly.

Madison almost burst out laughing loudly but covered her mouth, and they left, never to see their horrible stepfather again.

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For the next 15 years, the girls traveled all over the country, surviving by stealing and begging where they could. Eventually, they raised enough money to buy a cheap minivan.

They had to leave towns quickly and change their appearances after stealing. It was a complicated life, but it worked for them. Jessica was the most daring, while Madison was usually more reserved and scared when stealing.

While traveling through Boston, they suddenly encountered a neighbor with a large, beautiful mansion.

“Look at that house, Maddy. I bet we could grab just one box of jewelry and be set for the rest of the year,” Jessica pointed out, stopping the car only a few paces away.

“I don’t know, Jess. Those wrought-iron fences are heavy-duty. It’ll be tough to climb. Plus, these places probably have alarm systems and stuff, right?” Madison shook her head but stared at the state with wonder.

“Well, I’m going,” Jessica insisted, removing her seat belt and climbing out of the driving seat. Madison followed, trying to talk her out of it.

As predicted, the fence was hard to climb, but there was no alarm, at least. Jessica was an expert in picking locks, but she knew rich folks always left their doors open. “Bingo,” she whispered, rolling a side door open.

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The twins entered a dressing room and ransacked as quickly as possible, finding jewelry and designer bags galore.

When they were ready to leave, Madison lifted her heavy bag and accidentally knocked a vase.

“Oops!” she whispered, looking at her sister with panicked eyes.

“We have to go,” Jessica said calmly. “Let’s pray she didn’t hear this.”

“Who’s there?” they suddenly heard as lights turned on. An old woman in her nightgown stood in the doorway. “Who are you?”

The twins stared at each other, wondering what to do next.

“Oh, no. Please don’t take that,” the lady continued, her eyes on the box Jessica had in her hands because it didn’t fit in her bag. Her eyes teared up quickly. “Take anything else but that, and I won’t call the police.”

The twins were flustered, but Jessica would not leave that box now that the old woman basically confirmed it was valuable. “MADDY, RUN!” she yelled, rushing to the old woman at the door and pushing her to the side.

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“Please, those jewels are worth more than money!” the old woman wailed after catching herself from falling.

Madison only hesitated a second before following her sister. They rushed down, exiting through the sliding door and not looking back until they were securely in their van. Madison looked up at the mansion and saw the old woman staring through the window.

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

“Yeah, that means what’s in this box is more valuable than everything else. This is how we survive,” Jessica snapped, driving on.

They were too tired to get away from Boston that night, so they stopped at an empty rest stop, and Jessica fell asleep quickly. Madison couldn’t stay still, so instead, she grabbed the box and returned to the old woman’s house.

Instead of breaking in again, Madison rang her doorbell. The old woman’s eyes widened when she saw her without a mask and holding the jewelry box in her hand.

“I’m sorry for what we did earlier,” Madison spoke in a soft voice laced with guilt and sympathy. “My sister and I were in a tough spot. Please, forgive us. Don’t call the police.”

The old woman stared at her sweetly, holding back tears, and asked Madison inside. She asked the younger woman to call her Mrs. George, and they began to talk. After a while, Madison looked at the pictures on her mantelpiece, noting many people.

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But one frame caught her eye.

“Wh—who is this?” Madison stuttered, her eyes brimming with tears. The old lady’s eyes followed Madison’s gaze at the photo, and she was puzzled about what had suddenly made the young woman cry.

“Well, that’s…that’s my late daughter, Amber,” Mrs. George replied softly, her glass becoming foggy due to the warm tears in her eyes. “she was a beauty, wasn’t she? But why do you cry?”

Madison’s heart skipped a beat as she stared intently at the photo and then back at Mrs. George.

“What? Your daughter? It can’t be…Th—that’s my MOM!”

The living room fell silent as the two women exchanged a puzzled glance, their eyes filled with emotion. “Your mother?!” the grandmother whispered as her face was drained of blood.

“Oh, my God! This is unbelievable! Honey, I’m your grandmother!” Mrs. George gasped as she pulled Madison into a tight embrace, realizing they were connected in a way they could have never imagined.

“Wh—How can this be? I never knew we had a grandmother!” Madison exclaimed in shock. “I’ll go bring my sister. She needs to know too!”

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Madison bolted to the minivan and told Jessica everything.

“What! And she’s our grandma? OMG…how’s that possible? How come we didn’t know about her all these years?” Jessica was stunned when her sister revealed the encounter back in the grandmother’s estate.

“Yeah, Jess! It’s unbelievable. The woman we just robbed is our GRANDMOTHER! Let’s go and find out further.”

They talked to the old woman, apologizing for stealing from her. Mrs. George apologized, too, because she never knew of their existence.

“My daughter and I had several problems. She was boy-crazy and didn’t pick the right men. She cut me off eventually, and I didn’t even know where she moved to. I thought it was best to let her come to me later,” their grandmother explained.

They talked more, and the old woman told them to stay in her house. They took a DNA test a few days later to confirm, and Mrs. George promised they would never have to steal again.

Nine months later, Mrs. George passed, and Madison and Jessica inherited her house and the entire estate, although it took a few months before they finalized everything.

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“If we had known about her before, we could’ve lived this life all along,” Madison cried, and Jessica ran to her arms.

“Instead, we burglarized our grandmother’s house,” Jessica cried and laughed, tightening her embrace.

“Breaking into this house was the best thing we ever did,” Madison said. “So, thank you. For being our brave and stupid Robin Hood.”

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My Twin Sister Deleted Our Photos and Disappeared — When I Finally Found Her, She Pretended Not to Know Me

Miley’s life turned upside down when her twin sister, Sara, erased all their photos from social media and disappeared without a trace. When Miley finally found her months later, Sara’s reaction was even more chilling: she pretended not to know her.

I’ll never forget the day when I found out that every photo of Sara and me had vanished from social media. Just… gone. Like we’d never existed.

My heart was pounding so hard, and I almost felt like throwing up.

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A close-up shot of a woman’s face | Source: Midjourney

Let me back up a bit. I’m Miley, just a regular 24-year-old girl trying to do her best in life. Everything was going well up until a few months ago.

It all started after I had finally landed a job that could jumpstart my career. I was sharing a tiny apartment with my twin sister, Sara.

We’d been through thick and thin together, from losing our mom in a car accident when we were five to navigating the foster care system.

Those early days after Mom died are a blur.

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Twin sisters | Source: Pexels

I remember holding Sara’s hand as we walked into our new foster home. We were so terrified.

“It’ll be okay, Miley,” Sara whispered. “I’ve got you.”

That was Sara. Always the brave one, always looking out for me. She’d always step in whenever kids at school would tease me about my secondhand clothes or my quiet nature.

“Back off!” she’d scream. “Nobody messes with my sister!”

We were the same age, but Sara had taken up the role of the protective elder sister who was always there to keep me safe.

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Twin sisters smiling | Source: Pexels

I don’t know how I would have dealt with the bullies if it wasn’t for her.

Growing up, Sara and I were inseparable. We shared everything from clothes to dreams. We even went to the same college together.

After graduation, I landed a job at a marketing firm, while Sara was still searching for her big break.

“Don’t worry about me,” she’d say, waving off my concerns. “You focus on killing it at work. I’ll figure something out.”

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A woman talking to her sister | Source: Midjourney

“I’m here for you, Sara,” I’d tell her. “And I always will be. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

It was a few months after graduating when we rented this small, cozy apartment.

We’ve made so many memories there, and it felt so good to live with my twin sister. After all, she was the only family I had.

But a few months ago, things started to change.

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A woman looking outside a window | Source: Midjourney

Sara became… different. Secretive. She’d disappear for hours without explanation, or stay glued to her phone at home.

One night, we were sitting in the living room when I decided to confront her. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Sara, what’s going on? Are you seeing someone?”

She glanced up from her phone, looking annoyed. “What? No. Why would you think that?”

“You’re always on your phone, sneaking off… I’m worried about you.”

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

She rolled her eyes. “Miley, I love you, but you need to chill. I’m fine. Just… doing some research for job stuff.”

I wanted to believe her, but something felt off.

However, since I was swamped with work and wanted to prove myself at my new job, I decided not to worry about it.

Big mistake.

A few weeks later, I was at work when I noticed Sara had erased our online history. All our photos had disappeared from social media, and she had blocked me from every platform.

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A person holding their phone | Source: Pexels

I raced home from work that day, praying I was overreacting. But my worst fears came alive when I burst into our apartment.

Sara was gone.

Her closet was empty and she had taken everything that belonged to her. Books, laptop… even the stupid stuffed penguin she’d had since we were kids.

That was the worst day of my life.

I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t believe that my sister left me without saying goodbye. Without telling me why she couldn’t live with me anymore.

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A woman looking straight ahead and thinking | Source: Midjourney

I spent the next few weeks looking for her. I went to the police station, asked my friends for help, posted online… I did everything I could to find her.

“I’m sorry, miss,” the officer said for what felt like the hundredth time. “Your sister is an adult. If she chose to leave, there’s not much we can do.”

But I couldn’t give up. Sara was more than my sister. She was my other half. My best friend. The only real family I had left.

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A woman standing outside a building | Source: Midjourney

Months went by and there was no trace of her.

At that point, I kept myself distracted with work during the day, but the nights were horrible. I cried myself to sleep in our half-empty apartment.

I was at my lowest point.

Then, one day, while I was out doing some shopping to distract myself, I saw her.

Sara. My sister.

She was walking arm-in-arm with an older man, laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world.

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An older man with a young woman | Source: Midjourney

My heart skipped a beat.

“Sara!” I cried. “Oh my god, where have you been? Why did you leave?”

But the look she gave me… it was like I was a total stranger. Cold. Distant.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice eerily calm. “I don’t know you.”

“What? Sara, it’s me. It’s Miley. Your sister. Your twin.”

Sara’s face remained blank. “I’m sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else. Please leave us alone.”

The older man she was with looked concerned.

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A man at a mall | Source: Midjourney

“Is everything alright?” he asked, glancing between us.

I turned to him. “Please, you have to help me. This is my sister, Sara. We grew up together. She disappeared months ago, and I’ve been looking everywhere for her.”

“Is this true?” he asked Sara.

She sighed. “Fine. Yes, it’s true. This is Miley, my twin sister.”

The man’s eyes widened.

“Twin sister? But that would mean…” He extended his hand to me. “I’m Kevin. I’m… well, I guess I’m your father.”

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A man extending his hand | Source: Pexels

I stared at him as my mind struggled to process this bombshell. “Our… father? But we never knew our dad. Mom always said…”

“Maybe we should sit down,” Kevin suggested gently. “I think we all have a lot to talk about.”

I followed them to a nearby café. Sara finally met my eyes when we settled into a booth.

“I’m sorry, Miley,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”

“What happened?” I asked. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me?”

She took a deep breath.

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A woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“Remember when I was being all secretive with my phone? I… I took one of those DNA tests. You know, the ones that tell you about your ancestry?”

I nodded, still confused.

“Well, it matched me with Kevin here,” she continued. “He’s our biological father.”

“I had no idea,” Kevin began explaining. “I took the test on a whim. All my golf buddies were doing it. And I was so shocked when Sara contacted me… I dated your mother briefly. Years ago. But she never told me she was pregnant.”

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A couple on the street | Source: Pexels

“But why keep it a secret?” I asked Sara. “Why disappear?”

Sara’s eyes filled with tears. “I… I wanted something that was just mine, for once. We’ve shared everything our whole lives, Miley. Our clothes, our friends, our tiny apartment. When I found out about Kevin, I just… I wanted to explore this connection on my own. Just for a little while.”

“And you erased me from your life?” I whispered.

“I know it was wrong,” Sara said, reaching for my hand.

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A woman in a restaurant, looking down | Source: Midjourney

“I got carried away. I convinced myself that you’d be fine without me, that you had your new job and your life… I’m so sorry, Miley.”

Kevin cleared his throat.

“I take full responsibility too,” he said. “When Sara told me about you, I should have insisted we contact you right away. I was just so excited to get to know my daughter… I didn’t think about how it might affect you.”

At that point, all I needed was some time to process everything.

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A woman looking at a person sitting in front of her | Source: Midjourney

What was supposed to be a trip to the mall had suddenly turned into an unexpected family reunion. I couldn’t believe I was sitting with my long-lost father and my twin sister who I thought was gone forever.

“I need some air,” I mumbled as I stood up. “I’ll be back”

I quickly left the café and took a deep breath.

A few seconds later, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

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A woman looking behind her | Source: Midjourney

It was Sara.

“Miley,” she said softly. “I know I messed up. Big time. But you’re my sister and nothing will change that. Can you forgive me? Please?”

I looked at her for a few seconds and realized she was still the person who’d always protected me. She was my Sara, and I had to forgive her.

“On one condition,” I smiled. “No more secrets. Okay?”

“Deal,” she nodded and pulled me into a hug.

As we held each other tight, I realized our story wasn’t over.

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A woman hugging her sister | Source: Midjourney

It was just beginning… with a new chapter, a new family member, and a bond that couldn’t be broken.

At that point, we had a lot to figure out, but I knew we’d do it together. Just like we always had.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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