Three years ago I married an elderly beautiful woman named Margaret.

My name is John. Three years ago I married an elderly beautiful woman named Margaret. Most people thought I married her because I Loved her The truth was much uglier. I was broke homeless and sleeping in my car Margaret had a large house nd nobody left in her life She offered me a room and later asked me to marry her I said yes b/c I needed a roof over my head At first we lived like strangers But over time she became the closest thing I ever had to a family Every evening we sat together and talked for hours Then one winter morning Margaret passed away peacefully in her sleep After her funeral her lawyer handed me a small wooden box He said Margaret wanted you to have this because she believed it was what you really wanted Inside was not money or jewelry It was hundreds of letters she had secretly saved Letters I had written to my mother before she died years ago I thought they were lost forever At the bottom was one final note from Margaret It said. "You came here looking for a house John. But what you really needed was a home." For the first time since her death. I cried like a child