When my stepmother Brenda and her daughters kicked me out after my father fell into a coma, I thought I had lost everything. Little did they know, karma was about to strike back.

When Dad brought Brenda and her daughters into our home, I knew things would change. Brenda made passive-aggressive comments, and her daughters, Brittany and Chloe, were mean. “Nice shirt, Leah. Did you find it in a dumpster?” they would mock. Brenda twisted my complaints, making Dad believe I was the problem.

Dad’s health worsened, and he needed surgery. Brenda called while he was in the hospital: “What do you mean, he’s in a coma?” she said. She then told her daughters, “We’re rid of Leah. Michael’s in a coma!”

I recorded her and confronted Dad the next day at the hospital. “Leah! You’re okay!” he exclaimed. I played the recording for him. Furious, he said, “This ends now.”

We returned home. Brenda and her daughters were shocked to see Dad. He declared, “No more lies. No more manipulations. Get out.” They left, and Dad apologized, “I’m so sorry, Leah.”

“It’s okay, Dad,” I replied, feeling at peace. “We’re together now. That’s all that matters.”