In our small town, under the shade of massive oak trees, is my open-air market. I had a small, tiny home at the back of the property. This home was not only my office but my home. During the day, I rented out spots for people to host yard sales, and at night, I rented to food trucks to set up to sell food. But with any business, there is always a story.
CHAPTER 1
My Grandparents owned this property, and when they passed, I was blessed to inherit the property. As the property was in a prime location, my family was so mad. They wanted to sell the property for immediate money, and I decided that the property could be a successful long-term investment. My tiny home at the back of the property was comfortable, and in the first six months, I made a portion of what I could have gotten if I sold the property. I thought things would be calm from my parents and siblings, i had went no contact with them, and boy was I wrong.
January 1st 2026
My alarm went off at seven in the morning, and I got ready for my day. Putting on my coat, I walked outside and looked at the vendors that had set up for the first day of the new year. I walked around to see all the vendors and wish them a happy New Year.
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