Chapter 5: Using the Unusable
Today had already been crazy emotional. First the one thing that I protected with my life was gone, next I am told I have to go through his stuff, and then I am rewarded a check that is going to save me from so much worry and stress.
$75,000? There is no way. I don't believe it one bit. Where are the cameras and TMZ crew members, I think to myself. I see Matt talking to Annette. I see their mouths moving but I can't hear the words coming out.
I see Annette walk away and then I hear Matt's voice and realize that he is talking to me. I turn to him and see him begin to smile at me.
"She went to go get the check," he explained to me. I nodded and gave him a small smile.
When Annette returned she handed me the check.
"I'm assuming that you would much rather me give this to you than the orphanage, right? I know I should give it to them, but you're 18 now. You are technically the legal gaurdian according to the files that your parents left," she said hurriedly.
"You're right," I respond, "Thank you for reminding me of that. I was afraid that I would have to hand this over to the orphanage." What I didn't say in that sentence was that I knew that they would use the money on the spoiled little brats that don't have medical debt and brothers with deadly diseases.
I hadn't looked at the check yet to see if it was real, so I sneaked a peek. As I pulled it out from the envelope with shaky hands, I almost burst into tears again. It was all real. This wasn't a joke! There were no cameras or reporters or stupod TMZ crew membeers.
That's when I saw the number. $75,00.
$75,000 freaking bucks.
$75,000 FREAKING DOLLARS!
This was crazy. I put the check back into the envelope while making sure that the precious little peice of paper did not suffer any crinkles and handed it to Matt. I couldn't hold that.
I walked off to John's old room and grabbed Mrs. Rivero's arm.
"Oh! Trinity you scared the queso out of a poor old abuela," she began rambling as she jumped up about 5 feet in the air.
"Lo siento madre Rivero y su no es un abuela," I say quickly in my limited Spanish vocabulary. It was probably wrong but I didn't care at the moment. Mrs. Rivero automatically took notice of my aura and the blank stare that I had.
"What is wrong mi hermana," she asked tenderly. She lead me over to a chair noticing my wobbly knees. If she wouldn't have done that they would have probably given out.
I looked up at her not exactly sure how to say that I just received a small fortune. In that moment Matthew walked through the door. He noticed me sitting next to his mom and handed her the envelope. She gave him a questioning look and he gave her yhe "go ahead" gesture signaling for her to open it.
She gingerly picked at the sealing that had stuck a little bit again. Once she had carefully opened it, she plucked out the check. As she read over it her eyes widened. There was also a small note that had been included in the tiny package. It explained the purpose of the money, the reason that they had felt the calling to leave the gift, and the number that should be called if at all necessary.
It read:
Dear family,
I know that you must be confused at this particular moment. I also know that you are also suffering from a lot of pain from the trauma of losing a child. You see, I was once in a similar position to you. My daughter, Jenny, was only 7. She was the morst caring person that I had ever met. She had these bright blue eyes that were always filled with love and this red curly hair that matched her lively personality. Whenever you looked at her you couldn't help but smile. One day she fell ill. We had her tested for all the regular sicknesses: Strep, Mono, colds, stomach viruses, and God only knows what else. After about 2 weeks, she still hadn't gotten better. A scan came back showing a large mass that had developed in her right lung. They had it tested and it came back as cancer. She was given 4 week at most to live. We spent thousands of dollars to find something that could keep her from leaving us, but nothing worked. The chemo just made her feel worse and made her lose her beautiful hair. She cried for 3 days after she lost it. I felt hopeless and helpless. I couldn't do anything for her yet I wanted to do everything that I could for my princess. One day, she came up to me and told me, "Daddy, please don't worry about me. I will go to heaven with Grams and Gramps and you will be there one day too." I never worried again. Of course it hurt that my baby was going to leave me, but the fact that my girl was so firm in what was gonna happen gave me faith. She went to be with the Father the next morning.
Now that you have heard how I am connected to what you are going through, let me explain what I want you do. I only have two rules for this money. First, you must use this money for the funeral! They can be pricey and I don't want that debt on your shoulders. And second, pay off ALL medical debts. Those prices are going to be through the roof! I want you to do everything you can to make sure that you are not worrying about those for the rest of your life. It can be a stressful thing. The rest, depending on how much you have left, can be used for whatever you find it necessary for.
If you need me in any way, please contact me at 801-955-3652.
Have a blessed day,
Jacob Huff
Mrs. Rivero stared at me with wide eyes after she had finished reading the letter.
"People like this are the reason that I have not lost all hope in humanity just yet," she told me with a smile.
I couldn't agree more Madre Rivero. Couldn't agree more.
This money was something I would have never touched. It would have gone staright into a savings account that could be used for later. But now, it was time to use the unusable.
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