{"id":24162,"date":"2026-04-25T10:21:27","date_gmt":"2026-04-25T10:21:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162"},"modified":"2026-04-25T10:21:27","modified_gmt":"2026-04-25T10:21:27","slug":"i-missed-my-flight-so-i-sent-my-secretary-to-check-on-my-mother-first-minutes-later-her-trembling-voice-came-through-the-phone-sir-your-mother-is-not-in-the-house-my-he","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162","title":{"rendered":"I missed my flight, so I sent my secretary to check on my mother first. Minutes later, her trembling voice came through the phone. \u201cSir\u2026 your mother is not in the house.\u201d My heart stopped. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d A long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty\u2026 she\u2019s been living there like an animal.\u201d I couldn\u2019t breathe. Every month, I sent money to my brother and his wife to care for her. So where did it all go\u2026 and what else were they hiding from me?"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n

I missed my flight out of Chicago by seven minutes.<\/p>\n

Seven minutes. That was all it took for the gate door to close, for the agent to shake her head with that polite, useless sympathy, and for my stomach to twist into a knot I could not explain. I had been traveling for business for almost three weeks, and my mother, Margaret Bennett, had not answered my calls for two days.<\/p>\n

My younger brother, Ryan, kept telling me, \u201cRelax, David. Mom\u2019s fine. She\u2019s just tired. You know how she gets.\u201d<\/p>\n

His wife, Claire, even texted me a photo of a bowl of soup on the kitchen table and wrote, We\u2019re taking good care of her.<\/em><\/p>\n

For eight months, I had been sending them $3,500 every month to care for Mom after her stroke. Ryan had lost his job, Claire stayed home, and they convinced me it made sense for Mom to live with them in our old family house in Kentucky. I paid for groceries, medication, utilities, a home nurse twice a week\u2014everything.<\/p>\n

But something felt wrong.<\/p>\n

So when I missed that flight, I called my secretary, Amanda Wells. She was already in Louisville visiting her sister, only forty minutes away from Ryan\u2019s house.<\/p>\n

\u201cAmanda,\u201d I said, trying to keep my voice steady, \u201cI need you to drive to my brother\u2019s place. Don\u2019t call first. Just go. Check on my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

She paused. \u201cIs everything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Forty-three minutes later, my phone rang.<\/p>\n

Amanda was crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir\u2026\u201d Her voice shook so badly I could barely understand her. \u201cYour mother is not in the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

My chest tightened. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty behind the barn.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a second, the airport noise vanished. No rolling suitcases. No announcements. No people. Just the sound of my own breathing.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s in the pigsty, Mr. Bennett. She\u2019s lying on a dirty mattress. There\u2019s a space heater, one blanket, and a bucket beside her. She looks so thin. She keeps asking if you\u2019re coming home.\u201d<\/p>\n

I gripped the phone so hard my hand went numb.<\/p>\n

Then I heard my mother\u2019s weak voice in the background.<\/p>\n

\u201cDavid? Is that my boy?\u201d<\/p>\n

And right after that, I heard Ryan shout, \u201cAmanda, get off my property before I call the cops!\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the moment I knew my family had not just betrayed me.<\/p>\n

They had buried my mother alive while spending my money.<\/p>\n

I rented a car instead of waiting for the next flight.<\/p>\n

The drive from Chicago to Kentucky took almost six hours, but I do not remember most of it. I only remember Amanda staying on the phone with me until the police arrived. She refused to leave my mother alone, even when Ryan threatened her from the porch.<\/p>\n

When I finally pulled into the gravel driveway, red and blue lights flashed against the side of the old white farmhouse where I grew up. The same house my father had painted every summer. The same house my mother had filled with Sunday dinners, birthday cakes, and the smell of fresh laundry.<\/p>\n

Behind it, near the broken fence, stood the pigsty.<\/p>\n

I walked toward it with my legs shaking.<\/p>\n

The smell hit me first. Damp straw. Waste. Mold. Cold air trapped in rotten wood.<\/p>\n

Then I saw her.<\/p>\n

My mother was sitting on a stained mattress, wrapped in a thin gray blanket. Her hair, once neatly curled every morning, was tangled and dull. Her cheeks were hollow. Her hands trembled in her lap.<\/p>\n

But when she saw me, she smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cDavid,\u201d she said softly. \u201cYou came.\u201d<\/p>\n

I dropped to my knees in front of her. \u201cMom\u2026 why didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes filled with tears. \u201cRyan said you were too busy. He said you\u2019d stop sending money if I complained.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned around slowly.<\/p>\n

Ryan stood near the house with Claire beside him. Claire wore a new designer coat. Ryan\u2019s truck, which I had never seen before, sat in the driveway with temporary plates still taped to the window.<\/p>\n

I walked toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is the money?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Ryan lifted his hands. \u201cDavid, calm down. You don\u2019t understand. Mom was difficult. She wandered at night. Claire couldn\u2019t sleep. We did what we had to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou put our mother in a pigsty.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire snapped, \u201cShe had heat. She had food. Don\u2019t act like we killed her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Amanda gasped behind me.<\/p>\n

I looked at Claire, then at Ryan. \u201cYou sent me photos of meals.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryan looked away.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told me the nurse was coming twice a week.\u201d<\/p>\n

No answer.<\/p>\n

One of the officers stepped closer. \u201cMr. Bennett, we\u2019ve already contacted Adult Protective Services. Your mother needs medical care immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n

As paramedics lifted Mom onto a stretcher, she reached for my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t hate him,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

I swallowed hard. \u201cMom, don\u2019t protect him anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

That night, at the hospital, the doctor told me she was dehydrated, underweight, infected, and severely neglected. He said another two weeks in those conditions could have killed her.<\/p>\n

I sat beside her bed until sunrise, watching her sleep under clean sheets.<\/p>\n

Then Amanda handed me a folder.<\/p>\n

\u201cI found something,\u201d she said. \u201cBank withdrawals. Credit card statements. Photos from social media.\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened it.<\/p>\n

Vacations. Jewelry. A truck. Casino charges. Renovations to the master bedroom.<\/p>\n

All paid during the same months I had been sending money for my mother\u2019s care.<\/p>\n

By morning, I was not just a son anymore.<\/p>\n

I was evidence.<\/p>\n

The next week, Ryan called me twenty-six times.<\/p>\n

I did not answer.<\/p>\n

Then he texted: We\u2019re family. Don\u2019t destroy my life over one mistake.<\/em><\/p>\n

One mistake.<\/p>\n

I stared at those words while sitting beside my mother in rehab, where nurses helped her eat, walk, and remember she was still a human being worthy of dignity. She apologized to every nurse who entered the room. She folded her napkins carefully. She asked if she was costing me too much money.<\/p>\n

That broke me more than the pigsty.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom,\u201d I told her one afternoon, \u201cyou don\u2019t owe anyone an apology. Not me. Not Ryan. Not anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked out the window. \u201cHe used to be such a sweet boy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d I said. \u201cBut being your son didn\u2019t give him the right to hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I hired an attorney. I gave the police every receipt, every transfer, every message. Amanda gave her statement. The responding officers documented the conditions. Adult Protective Services opened a case. The hospital records confirmed what had been done.<\/p>\n

Ryan and Claire tried to spin the story.<\/p>\n

They told relatives Mom refused to stay inside. They said I was a rich businessman trying to take the family house. They said Amanda had exaggerated everything because she worked for me.<\/p>\n

Then the photos came out.<\/p>\n

The mattress. The bucket. The locked shed door. The bruises on Mom\u2019s arms from pulling herself up without help.<\/p>\n

After that, people stopped calling me cruel.<\/p>\n

They started calling Ryan.<\/p>\n

In court, my brother cried. He said he was overwhelmed. Claire said she had depression. Their lawyer asked for mercy.<\/p>\n

When it was my turn to speak, I stood up and looked straight at Ryan.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could have asked me for help. You could have told me you couldn\u2019t handle it. You could have placed Mom in a proper care facility with the money I sent. But you chose comfort for yourself and suffering for her. That wasn\u2019t stress. That was greed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryan could not look at me.<\/p>\n

Months later, Mom moved into a small assisted living community ten minutes from my home in Nashville. She has a bright room with yellow curtains, fresh flowers, and a framed photo of my father on her nightstand. Every Sunday, I bring her peach pie because she says it tastes like the summers she used to love.<\/p>\n

Sometimes she still asks about Ryan.<\/p>\n

I tell her the truth: \u201cHe is facing the consequences of his choices.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nods, but I can see the sadness in her eyes. A mother\u2019s heart does not stop loving easily, even when it has every reason to.<\/p>\n

As for me, I learned something I wish I had never needed to learn: money sent from a distance is not the same as care. A phone call is not the same as showing up. And sometimes, the people who say \u201ctrust me\u201d are the very ones you should check on first.<\/p>\n

So let me ask you this: if you were in my place, would you forgive Ryan because he was family, or would you make sure he paid for what he did? Leave your thoughts, because I still wonder what justice really means when the person who betrayed you shares your blood.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I missed my flight out of Chicago by seven minutes. Seven minutes. That was all it took for the gate door to close, for the agent to shake her head with that polite, useless sympathy, and for my stomach to twist into a knot I could not explain. I had been traveling for business for […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":24165,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24162","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\nI missed my flight, so I sent my secretary to check on my mother first. Minutes later, her trembling voice came through the phone. \u201cSir\u2026 your mother is not in the house.\u201d My heart stopped. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d A long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty\u2026 she\u2019s been living there like an animal.\u201d I couldn\u2019t breathe. Every month, I sent money to my brother and his wife to care for her. So where did it all go\u2026 and what else were they hiding from me? - 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=24162\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"I missed my flight, so I sent my secretary to check on my mother first. Minutes later, her trembling voice came through the phone. \u201cSir\u2026 your mother is not in the house.\u201d My heart stopped. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d A long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty\u2026 she\u2019s been living there like an animal.\u201d I couldn\u2019t breathe. Every month, I sent money to my brother and his wife to care for her. So where did it all go\u2026 and what else were they hiding from me? - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"I missed my flight out of Chicago by seven minutes. Seven minutes. That was all it took for the gate door to close, for the agent to shake her head with that polite, useless sympathy, and for my stomach to twist into a knot I could not explain. I had been traveling for business for […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-04-25T10:21:27+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Create_a_high-resolution_202604251704.jpeg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"558\" \/>\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=24162\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162\",\"name\":\"I missed my flight, so I sent my secretary to check on my mother first. Minutes later, her trembling voice came through the phone. \u201cSir\u2026 your mother is not in the house.\u201d My heart stopped. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d A long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty\u2026 she\u2019s been living there like an animal.\u201d I couldn\u2019t breathe. Every month, I sent money to my brother and his wife to care for her. So where did it all go\u2026 and what else were they hiding from me? - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Create_a_high-resolution_202604251704.jpeg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-04-25T10:21:27+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Create_a_high-resolution_202604251704.jpeg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Create_a_high-resolution_202604251704.jpeg\",\"width\":558,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"I missed my flight, so I sent my secretary to check on my mother first. Minutes later, her trembling voice came through the phone. \u201cSir\u2026 your mother is not in the house.\u201d My heart stopped. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d A long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty\u2026 she\u2019s been living there like an animal.\u201d I couldn\u2019t breathe. Every month, I sent money to my brother and his wife to care for her. So where did it all go\u2026 and what else were they hiding from me?\"}]},{\"@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":"I missed my flight, so I sent my secretary to check on my mother first. Minutes later, her trembling voice came through the phone. \u201cSir\u2026 your mother is not in the house.\u201d My heart stopped. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d A long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty\u2026 she\u2019s been living there like an animal.\u201d I couldn\u2019t breathe. Every month, I sent money to my brother and his wife to care for her. So where did it all go\u2026 and what else were they hiding from me? - 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=24162","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"I missed my flight, so I sent my secretary to check on my mother first. Minutes later, her trembling voice came through the phone. \u201cSir\u2026 your mother is not in the house.\u201d My heart stopped. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d A long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty\u2026 she\u2019s been living there like an animal.\u201d I couldn\u2019t breathe. Every month, I sent money to my brother and his wife to care for her. So where did it all go\u2026 and what else were they hiding from me? - True Stories","og_description":"I missed my flight out of Chicago by seven minutes. Seven minutes. That was all it took for the gate door to close, for the agent to shake her head with that polite, useless sympathy, and for my stomach to twist into a knot I could not explain. I had been traveling for business for […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-04-25T10:21:27+00:00","og_image":[{"width":558,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Create_a_high-resolution_202604251704.jpeg","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=24162","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162","name":"I missed my flight, so I sent my secretary to check on my mother first. Minutes later, her trembling voice came through the phone. \u201cSir\u2026 your mother is not in the house.\u201d My heart stopped. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d A long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty\u2026 she\u2019s been living there like an animal.\u201d I couldn\u2019t breathe. Every month, I sent money to my brother and his wife to care for her. So where did it all go\u2026 and what else were they hiding from me? - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Create_a_high-resolution_202604251704.jpeg","datePublished":"2026-04-25T10:21:27+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Create_a_high-resolution_202604251704.jpeg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Create_a_high-resolution_202604251704.jpeg","width":558,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=24162#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"I missed my flight, so I sent my secretary to check on my mother first. Minutes later, her trembling voice came through the phone. \u201cSir\u2026 your mother is not in the house.\u201d My heart stopped. \u201cThen where is she?\u201d A long silence. Then she whispered, \u201cIn the pigsty\u2026 she\u2019s been living there like an animal.\u201d I couldn\u2019t breathe. Every month, I sent money to my brother and his wife to care for her. So where did it all go\u2026 and what else were they hiding from me?"}]},{"@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\/24162","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=24162"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24162\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24171,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24162\/revisions\/24171"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/24165"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24162"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24162"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}