{"id":17102,"date":"2026-04-08T10:14:35","date_gmt":"2026-04-08T10:14:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102"},"modified":"2026-04-08T10:14:35","modified_gmt":"2026-04-08T10:14:35","slug":"at-71-i-was-still-delivering-for-doordash-to-keep-my-house-running-while-my-grown-children-slept-until-noon-under-my-roof-like-i-owed-them-everything-i-kept-quiet-until-the-morning-my-daught","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102","title":{"rendered":"At 71, I was still delivering for DoorDash to keep my house running while my grown children slept until noon under my roof like I owed them everything. I kept quiet\u2014until the morning my daughter looked me dead in the eye and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d I nearly dropped my keys. She had no idea what I\u2019d already discovered the night before\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n

My name is Linda Harper, and at seventy-one years old, I was still out driving for DoorDash six days a week just to keep the lights on in the same house my late husband and I had paid for over thirty-eight years. It was a small ranch-style home outside Columbus, Ohio, nothing fancy, but it was mine. Or at least, it was supposed to be. My grown son, Eric, was thirty-six. My daughter, Melissa, was thirty-three. Both of them lived with me. Neither of them paid rent on time, if at all. They slept until noon, left dishes in the sink, and somehow always had money for streaming subscriptions, takeout, and new shoes, but never for groceries, utilities, or property taxes.<\/p>\n

I kept telling myself it was temporary. Melissa had gone through a breakup. Eric had been \u201cbetween jobs\u201d for nearly a year. I made excuses for them because that is what mothers do when they do not want to admit they are being used. Every morning, I woke up at six, made coffee, fed the dog, checked my delivery app, and headed out while they were still dead asleep in rooms I cleaned and heated.<\/p>\n

The night before everything changed, I came home earlier than usual because my phone charger stopped working. I walked in quietly through the kitchen and heard voices from the dining room. Melissa and Eric did not know I was home. I stood there, still wearing my red DoorDash jacket, listening to my own children talk about me like I was already gone.<\/p>\n

Melissa said, \u201cShe\u2019s exhausted. She can\u2019t keep this up forever. If we get the house transferred now, we won\u2019t have to deal with probate later.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eric laughed and said, \u201cJust push her a little. Tell her it\u2019s for convenience. She signs it over, and we can refinance or sell it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt my stomach drop so hard I had to grab the counter.<\/p>\n

They were not worried about me. They were planning around me.<\/p>\n

I did not walk in. I backed out, sat in my car in the driveway, and cried harder than I had since my husband\u2019s funeral. That night, I barely slept. By morning, I had made one quiet phone call to a lawyer my church friend recommended.<\/p>\n

Then, as I picked up my keys for another shift, Melissa stepped into the kitchen, looked me dead in the eye, and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her, and for the first time in my life, I realized my daughter was not asking. She was making her move.<\/p>\n

\n

Part 2<\/strong><\/p>\n

For a second, the whole kitchen went still. The refrigerator hummed. The coffee maker clicked. My keys slipped in my hand and hit the counter with a sharp sound that made Melissa blink, but she did not look ashamed. She looked confident. Like she had already rehearsed the speech and expected me to fold the way I always had.<\/p>\n

I turned slowly and said, \u201cWhy would I do that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Melissa crossed her arms. \u201cBecause it makes sense, Mom. You\u2019re not getting younger. If something happens, it\u2019ll be easier if the house is already in my name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn your name?\u201d I asked. \u201cNot Eric\u2019s too?\u201d<\/p>\n

That caught her off guard for half a second. \u201cWell, I\u2019m the one handling things.\u201d<\/p>\n

Handling things. That was rich. She had not handled a utility bill in years.<\/p>\n

Eric shuffled in wearing sweatpants, hair sticking up, acting like he had just happened to overhear. \u201cMom, don\u2019t make this dramatic. Melissa\u2019s just trying to help.\u201d<\/p>\n

Help. That word nearly made me laugh.<\/p>\n

Instead, I looked at both of them and said, \u201cI heard the two of you last night.\u201d<\/p>\n

Their faces changed instantly. Melissa\u2019s chin tightened. Eric looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard every word,\u201d I said. \u201cAbout probate. About refinancing. About selling my house.\u201d<\/p>\n

Melissa recovered first. \u201cYou\u2019re twisting what we said.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cI finally heard it clearly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eric tried to switch tactics. \u201cMom, come on. We\u2019re family. We\u2019re just trying to think ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n

I picked up my purse. \u201cFunny. I was thinking ahead too.\u201d<\/p>\n

That afternoon, instead of taking lunch in my car between deliveries, I met with the attorney, a calm woman named Denise Carter who wore navy suits and spoke in the kind of clear sentences that made people stop pretending. I brought the deed, the bills, and a notebook where I had written down every expense I had covered alone over the past eighteen months.<\/p>\n

Denise looked through everything and asked one question: \u201cDo your children have any legal ownership interest in this property?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen let\u2019s keep it that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

By the end of the meeting, I had updated my will, named a new executor, and started the paperwork to protect the house in a trust that neither Melissa nor Eric could touch. Denise also suggested something else: formal written notice if they were refusing to contribute and creating financial strain in the home.<\/p>\n

I sat in my car afterward and stared at the steering wheel. My hands were shaking, but not from fear this time. From anger. From clarity. From the sick realization that I had spent years trying to preserve peace with people who were quietly preparing to profit from my weakness.<\/p>\n

That evening, I came home with groceries, and both of them were in the living room waiting for me. Melissa looked annoyed. Eric looked nervous.<\/p>\n

Melissa said, \u201cSo what did the lawyer say?\u201d<\/p>\n

I set the grocery bags down and answered, \u201cShe said this house is mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I pulled two envelopes from my purse and placed them on the coffee table.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd starting today, things are going to change.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

Part 3<\/strong><\/p>\n

Neither of them touched the envelopes right away. Melissa looked at me like she was trying to decide whether I was bluffing. Eric leaned forward and asked, \u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOpen them,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Inside each envelope was the same letter: thirty days\u2019 notice. Not an empty threat. Not one of my old emotional speeches about respect and responsibility. A legal notice, reviewed by my attorney, stating that they needed to either sign a written rental agreement and begin paying set monthly amounts toward household expenses immediately, or move out by the date listed. Clear. Formal. Final.<\/p>\n

Melissa shot up from the couch first. \u201cYou can\u2019t do this to us!\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her steadily. \u201cI can. And I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eric\u2019s face turned red. \u201cWe\u2019re your children.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd I\u2019m your mother, not your retirement plan.\u201d<\/p>\n

Melissa threw the papers back onto the table. \u201cAfter everything we\u2019ve been through, this is cruel.\u201d<\/p>\n

That word landed hard, because for years I had worried about being cruel. That was how I got trapped. Every boundary felt mean. Every consequence felt heartless. But letting two healthy adults live off a seventy-one-year-old widow while they plotted over her house? That was cruelty too. Just not mine.<\/p>\n

I took a breath and said, \u201cCruel is listening to your mother work herself into the ground while you sleep until noon. Cruel is talking about her house like she\u2019s already dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence.<\/p>\n

Eric finally muttered, \u201cWe didn\u2019t mean it like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou meant it enough to say it,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n

The next few weeks were ugly. Melissa cried to relatives. Eric sulked and slammed doors. A cousin called to tell me I should be more understanding because \u201cfamily needs grace.\u201d I told her grace had already cost me too much. Melissa moved out first, to stay with a friend she had once mocked for living with roommates in her thirties. Eric lasted three more weeks before signing a lease with a coworker. The day he loaded the last of his boxes into a borrowed pickup truck, he would not look me in the eye.<\/p>\n

After they left, the house was quiet in a way I had almost forgotten was possible. I slept through the night. My grocery bill dropped in half. The electric bill dropped even more. I cut back my delivery hours, planted tomatoes in the backyard, and started having breakfast with women from church on Tuesdays. For the first time in years, my home felt like mine again.<\/p>\n

Melissa called two months later. Not to apologize, at first. She asked how I was doing. Then she got quiet and said, \u201cI didn\u2019t realize how much you were carrying.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was not a perfect apology, but it was honest enough to begin.<\/p>\n

I told her, \u201cI love you. But love doesn\u2019t mean I let you use me.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the lesson I learned too late, but not too late to save what was left of my life.<\/p>\n

If you\u2019ve ever had to choose between keeping the peace and protecting yourself, you already know how hard that decision can be. And if this story hit close to home, tell me in the comments: did I do the right thing, or would you have handled it differently?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My name is Linda Harper, and at seventy-one years old, I was still out driving for DoorDash six days a week just to keep the lights on in the same house my late husband and I had paid for over thirty-eight years. It was a small ranch-style home outside Columbus, Ohio, nothing fancy, but it […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":17108,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17102","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-life-new"],"yoast_head":"\nAt 71, I was still delivering for DoorDash to keep my house running while my grown children slept until noon under my roof like I owed them everything. I kept quiet\u2014until the morning my daughter looked me dead in the eye and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d I nearly dropped my keys. She had no idea what I\u2019d already discovered the night before\u2026 - True Stories<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"At 71, I was still delivering for DoorDash to keep my house running while my grown children slept until noon under my roof like I owed them everything. I kept quiet\u2014until the morning my daughter looked me dead in the eye and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d I nearly dropped my keys. She had no idea what I\u2019d already discovered the night before\u2026 - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"My name is Linda Harper, and at seventy-one years old, I was still out driving for DoorDash six days a week just to keep the lights on in the same house my late husband and I had paid for over thirty-eight years. It was a small ranch-style home outside Columbus, Ohio, nothing fancy, but it […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-04-08T10:14:35+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/3-6.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"7 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102\",\"name\":\"At 71, I was still delivering for DoorDash to keep my house running while my grown children slept until noon under my roof like I owed them everything. I kept quiet\u2014until the morning my daughter looked me dead in the eye and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d I nearly dropped my keys. She had no idea what I\u2019d already discovered the night before\u2026 - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/3-6.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-04-08T10:14:35+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/3-6.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/3-6.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"At 71, I was still delivering for DoorDash to keep my house running while my grown children slept until noon under my roof like I owed them everything. I kept quiet\u2014until the morning my daughter looked me dead in the eye and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d I nearly dropped my keys. She had no idea what I\u2019d already discovered the night before\u2026\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"True Stories\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\",\"name\":\"true love\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"true love\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"At 71, I was still delivering for DoorDash to keep my house running while my grown children slept until noon under my roof like I owed them everything. I kept quiet\u2014until the morning my daughter looked me dead in the eye and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d I nearly dropped my keys. She had no idea what I\u2019d already discovered the night before\u2026 - True Stories","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"At 71, I was still delivering for DoorDash to keep my house running while my grown children slept until noon under my roof like I owed them everything. I kept quiet\u2014until the morning my daughter looked me dead in the eye and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d I nearly dropped my keys. She had no idea what I\u2019d already discovered the night before\u2026 - True Stories","og_description":"My name is Linda Harper, and at seventy-one years old, I was still out driving for DoorDash six days a week just to keep the lights on in the same house my late husband and I had paid for over thirty-eight years. It was a small ranch-style home outside Columbus, Ohio, nothing fancy, but it […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-04-08T10:14:35+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/3-6.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"true love","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"true love","Est. reading time":"7 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102","name":"At 71, I was still delivering for DoorDash to keep my house running while my grown children slept until noon under my roof like I owed them everything. I kept quiet\u2014until the morning my daughter looked me dead in the eye and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d I nearly dropped my keys. She had no idea what I\u2019d already discovered the night before\u2026 - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/3-6.jpg","datePublished":"2026-04-08T10:14:35+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/3-6.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/3-6.jpg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17102#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"At 71, I was still delivering for DoorDash to keep my house running while my grown children slept until noon under my roof like I owed them everything. I kept quiet\u2014until the morning my daughter looked me dead in the eye and said, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time you signed the house over to me.\u201d I nearly dropped my keys. She had no idea what I\u2019d already discovered the night before\u2026"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"True Stories","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e","name":"true love","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"true love"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17102","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17102"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17119,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17102\/revisions\/17119"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17108"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}