{"id":54239,"date":"2026-06-28T15:50:24","date_gmt":"2026-06-28T15:50:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239"},"modified":"2026-06-28T15:50:24","modified_gmt":"2026-06-28T15:50:24","slug":"my-daughter-in-law-thought-she-had-brought-a-notary-to-steal-my-future-instead-she-brought-witnesses-to-her-own-downfall-once-the-old-man-signs-we-sell-before-he-knows-her-voice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239","title":{"rendered":"My daughter-in-law thought she had brought a notary to steal my future. Instead, she brought witnesses to her own downfall. \u201cOnce the old man signs, we sell before he knows,\u201d her voice played from my laptop, clear as thunder. Daniel went pale. Marissa stopped breathing. Then my attorney stepped through the door and said, \u201cGood. They brought the evidence themselves.\u201d And that was only the beginning."},"content":{"rendered":"

Part 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

My daughter-in-law came to my kitchen with a notary one week after her wedding, carrying a folder thick enough to bury a man alive. She smiled like the farm was already hers.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, Walter,\u201d Marissa said, stepping over my old boots as if they were trash. \u201cDaniel and I thought it was time to make things easier for everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n

My son stood behind her in his new navy suit, avoiding my eyes. The same boy I had taught to drive a tractor. The same boy who cried into my coat when his mother, Ruth, died. Now he looked at my faded flannel shirt, my cracked hands, my small kitchen, and decided I was too old to matter.<\/p>\n

The notary, a thin man with silver glasses, placed papers on my table.<\/p>\n

Marissa tapped the first page with one red fingernail. \u201cIt\u2019s just a family management agreement. You sign authority over to Daniel. He handles the property, the accounts, decisions, repairs. You relax.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Daniel. \u201cIs that what you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

His jaw tightened. \u201cDad, don\u2019t make this dramatic. You\u2019re alone out here. You forget things.\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed. I remembered everything.<\/p>\n

I remembered Ruth\u2019s final letter. I remembered the sealed probate notice. I remembered the day her brother died without children, leaving Hale Creek Farm\u2014eight hundred acres of river land, timber, cattle rights, and mineral leases\u2014to Ruth\u2019s estate. And because Ruth had left everything to me, the farm became mine.<\/p>\n

I had told no one.<\/p>\n

At the wedding, Marissa had toasted me as \u201csweet old Walter, living simply.\u201d Her mother had whispered that Daniel was marrying down because my family had \u201cnothing but mud and debt.\u201d Daniel heard it and said nothing.<\/p>\n

That was when I decided silence was safer than pride.<\/p>\n

Now Marissa leaned closer. \u201cWalter, we\u2019re offering dignity.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said softly. \u201cYou\u2019re offering paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her smile sharpened. \u201cThe farm needs younger hands.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean Daniel\u2019s hands?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOur hands,\u201d she corrected.<\/p>\n

The notary uncapped his pen.<\/p>\n

I picked up the folder and read the title page slowly. Durable power of attorney. Property management. Medical authorization. Transfer option. Buried on page eleven was the knife: upon incapacity, Daniel and Marissa Cole would have full authority to sell, lease, subdivide, or mortgage all real property connected to my name.<\/p>\n

I set the papers down.<\/p>\n

Marissa\u2019s perfume filled Ruth\u2019s kitchen like smoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo,\u201d she said, \u201cshall we be practical?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at the notary\u2019s stamp. Then at Daniel\u2019s sweating hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cLet\u2019s be very practical.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

I made coffee first.<\/p>\n

Marissa looked offended. \u201cWalter, this won\u2019t take long.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing important should be rushed,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Daniel muttered, \u201cDad, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

The notary glanced at his watch. \u201cMr. Cole, I only need to confirm you understand what you\u2019re signing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo I?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Marissa laughed lightly. \u201cHe\u2019s joking. He does that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her. \u201cYou know me well after one week?\u201d<\/p>\n

The kitchen went quiet.<\/p>\n

Her smile trembled, then returned harder. \u201cI know Daniel has carried you long enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

That hurt. Not because it was true, but because Daniel let it stand.<\/p>\n

After Ruth died, I paid his college tuition by selling my truck and working night auctions. I covered his business debts twice. I paid for that wedding when Marissa\u2019s family suddenly \u201cmisplaced\u201d their contribution. I never called it carrying. I called it being a father.<\/p>\n

Marissa slid the pen toward me. \u201cSign, Walter.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned to the notary. \u201cHow long have you known my daughter-in-law?\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes flicked to her. \u201cThat\u2019s not relevant.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is if you arrived with documents I didn\u2019t request.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marissa\u2019s voice turned cold. \u201cDaniel requested them on your behalf.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel doesn\u2019t have authority on my behalf.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s your only child,\u201d she snapped.<\/p>\n

I smiled then, just a little. \u201cThat is not a legal document.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel finally looked at me. \u201cWhy are you fighting us? We\u2019re trying to protect the farm.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe farm?\u201d I asked. \u201cWhich farm?\u201d<\/p>\n

Marissa froze.<\/p>\n

There it was\u2014the tiny crack.<\/p>\n

To anyone else, I owned twelve tired acres, a white farmhouse, and a barn with peeling paint. That was what county gossip said. That was what Daniel believed before he married Marissa. But someone had dug deeper. Someone had found Ruth\u2019s inheritance. Someone knew about Hale Creek.<\/p>\n

Marissa recovered fast. \u201cAll of it. Whatever you have.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAll of it,\u201d I repeated.<\/p>\n

I stood, walked to the old cabinet, and removed a black leather binder. Daniel frowned. He had seen it before and assumed it held seed receipts.<\/p>\n

Inside were certified copies of deeds, trust documents, lease contracts, and letters from Ruth\u2019s attorney. Also inside was a small recorder, already running.<\/p>\n

Marissa\u2019s eyes locked on it.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is that?\u201d she demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cMemory insurance,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

The notary stood. \u201cI\u2019m uncomfortable proceeding.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should be,\u201d I replied. \u201cYour commission number on that stamp expired six months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

His face drained.<\/p>\n

Daniel whispered, \u201cDad\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

But I wasn\u2019t finished.<\/p>\n

I opened my laptop and turned the screen toward them. A video showed Marissa at my fence two nights earlier, speaking to a developer named Grant Bell. The audio was clean.<\/p>\n

Marissa\u2019s voice came from the speakers: \u201cOnce the old man signs, Daniel gets control. We sell before he knows what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel stared at her. \u201cMarissa?\u201d<\/p>\n

She rounded on him. \u201cDon\u2019t act stupid. You wanted out of debt.\u201d<\/p>\n

His shame told me enough.<\/p>\n

I closed the laptop.<\/p>\n

Then headlights swept across the kitchen window. Two vehicles rolled into the yard: one county sheriff\u2019s cruiser and one black sedan.<\/p>\n

Marissa backed away from the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cWalter,\u201d she said carefully, \u201cyou\u2019re making a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cI made my mistake when I mistook silence for peace.\u201d<\/p>\n

A knock hit the door.<\/p>\n

My attorney, Evelyn Price, stepped in first. Behind her came Deputy Lawson.<\/p>\n

Evelyn looked at the folder, the fake notary, my son, and my daughter-in-law.<\/p>\n

Then she smiled without warmth.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood,\u201d she said. \u201cThey brought the evidence themselves.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Marissa tried to leave.<\/p>\n

Deputy Lawson blocked the door with one hand. \u201cMa\u2019am, stay where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is a family matter,\u201d she hissed.<\/p>\n

Evelyn placed a document on the table. \u201cNo. This is attempted financial exploitation, suspected forgery, and conspiracy to commit fraud.\u201d<\/p>\n

The fake notary raised both palms. \u201cI didn\u2019t know\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou stamped a legal instrument with an expired commission,\u201d Evelyn said. \u201cYou misrepresented your authority inside the home of an elderly property owner. Save your speech for the licensing board.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not elderly,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Evelyn gave me a sideways glance. \u201cLegally vulnerable enough for them to target. Sharp enough to trap them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marissa\u2019s face burned red. \u201cYou can\u2019t prove intent.\u201d<\/p>\n

I pressed play again.<\/p>\n

Her own voice filled the kitchen: \u201cOnce the old man signs, Daniel gets control. We sell before he knows what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel sank into a chair.<\/p>\n

Marissa pointed at him. \u201cHe told me the farm should be his! He said his father was hiding money!\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel looked up, wounded and exposed. \u201cYou said we deserved it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou did!\u201d she screamed. \u201cYour father lived like a poor man while sitting on millions!\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt something inside me go still.<\/p>\n

Ruth had loved this kitchen. She had planted lavender by the back steps. She had made Daniel pancakes every Saturday. And now her land, the last gift she left behind, had become bait for greed.<\/p>\n

I opened the leather binder and removed Ruth\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n

Daniel recognized her handwriting. His face crumpled.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe wrote this before she died,\u201d I said. \u201cShe asked me to keep Hale Creek safe. Not rich. Safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

He whispered, \u201cDad, I didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t ask.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marissa laughed bitterly. \u201cEnough with the holy farmer act. You can\u2019t take it with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cThat\u2019s why I already gave it away.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mouth stopped moving.<\/p>\n

Evelyn slid the final document forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cHale Creek Farm was placed into the Ruth Cole Agricultural Trust three days after probate closed,\u201d she said. \u201cWalter is trustee for life. Upon his death, the land transfers to a nonprofit farm school and veterans\u2019 rehabilitation program. It cannot be sold to private developers. It cannot be mortgaged by Daniel. It cannot be touched by Marissa.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marissa stared at the page as if it had slapped her.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she breathed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd the twelve acres you thought were worthless? Those remain mine. You are both banned from the property as of tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel covered his face. \u201cDad, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at my son and saw the boy he had been, but I answered the man he had become.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou let someone come into your mother\u2019s kitchen and rob me with a smile.\u201d<\/p>\n

Deputy Lawson collected the folder. Evelyn collected the fake notary\u2019s card. Marissa collected nothing.<\/p>\n

Three months later, the county suspended the notary\u2019s license. Grant Bell\u2019s development company withdrew after Evelyn sent the recording to his investors. Marissa filed for divorce when Daniel\u2019s debts surfaced in court, then lost her job after the fraud investigation became public.<\/p>\n

Daniel wrote me six letters. I read them all. I answered only one.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou may visit your mother\u2019s grave,\u201d I wrote. \u201cBut not my house. Not yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

By spring, Hale Creek opened its first training program. Veterans repaired fences. Teenagers learned soil, engines, weather, patience. I watched them from the porch Ruth wanted painted blue.<\/p>\n

One evening, a young woman handed me a basket of tomatoes from the first greenhouse harvest.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Cole,\u201d she said, \u201cthis place saved me.\u201d<\/p>\n

The sun dropped gold across the fields.<\/p>\n

For the first time in years, the farm did not feel like something I had to defend.<\/p>\n

It felt like Ruth had come home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 My daughter-in-law came to my kitchen with a notary one week after her wedding, carrying a folder thick enough to bury a man alive. She smiled like the farm was already hers. \u201cGood morning, Walter,\u201d Marissa said, stepping over my old boots as if they were trash. \u201cDaniel and I thought it was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54239","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-life-new"],"yoast_head":"\nMy daughter-in-law thought she had brought a notary to steal my future. Instead, she brought witnesses to her own downfall. \u201cOnce the old man signs, we sell before he knows,\u201d her voice played from my laptop, clear as thunder. Daniel went pale. Marissa stopped breathing. Then my attorney stepped through the door and said, \u201cGood. They brought the evidence themselves.\u201d And that was only the beginning. - 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=54239\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"My daughter-in-law thought she had brought a notary to steal my future. Instead, she brought witnesses to her own downfall. \u201cOnce the old man signs, we sell before he knows,\u201d her voice played from my laptop, clear as thunder. Daniel went pale. Marissa stopped breathing. Then my attorney stepped through the door and said, \u201cGood. They brought the evidence themselves.\u201d And that was only the beginning. - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 My daughter-in-law came to my kitchen with a notary one week after her wedding, carrying a folder thick enough to bury a man alive. She smiled like the farm was already hers. \u201cGood morning, Walter,\u201d Marissa said, stepping over my old boots as if they were trash. \u201cDaniel and I thought it was […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-06-28T15:50:24+00:00\" \/>\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=\"8 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239\",\"name\":\"My daughter-in-law thought she had brought a notary to steal my future. Instead, she brought witnesses to her own downfall. \u201cOnce the old man signs, we sell before he knows,\u201d her voice played from my laptop, clear as thunder. Daniel went pale. Marissa stopped breathing. Then my attorney stepped through the door and said, \u201cGood. They brought the evidence themselves.\u201d And that was only the beginning. - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"datePublished\":\"2026-06-28T15:50:24+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"My daughter-in-law thought she had brought a notary to steal my future. Instead, she brought witnesses to her own downfall. \u201cOnce the old man signs, we sell before he knows,\u201d her voice played from my laptop, clear as thunder. Daniel went pale. Marissa stopped breathing. Then my attorney stepped through the door and said, \u201cGood. They brought the evidence themselves.\u201d And that was only the beginning.\"}]},{\"@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":"My daughter-in-law thought she had brought a notary to steal my future. Instead, she brought witnesses to her own downfall. \u201cOnce the old man signs, we sell before he knows,\u201d her voice played from my laptop, clear as thunder. Daniel went pale. Marissa stopped breathing. Then my attorney stepped through the door and said, \u201cGood. They brought the evidence themselves.\u201d And that was only the beginning. - 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=54239","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"My daughter-in-law thought she had brought a notary to steal my future. Instead, she brought witnesses to her own downfall. \u201cOnce the old man signs, we sell before he knows,\u201d her voice played from my laptop, clear as thunder. Daniel went pale. Marissa stopped breathing. Then my attorney stepped through the door and said, \u201cGood. They brought the evidence themselves.\u201d And that was only the beginning. - True Stories","og_description":"Part 1 My daughter-in-law came to my kitchen with a notary one week after her wedding, carrying a folder thick enough to bury a man alive. She smiled like the farm was already hers. \u201cGood morning, Walter,\u201d Marissa said, stepping over my old boots as if they were trash. \u201cDaniel and I thought it was […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-06-28T15:50:24+00:00","author":"true love","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"true love","Est. reading time":"8 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239","name":"My daughter-in-law thought she had brought a notary to steal my future. Instead, she brought witnesses to her own downfall. \u201cOnce the old man signs, we sell before he knows,\u201d her voice played from my laptop, clear as thunder. Daniel went pale. Marissa stopped breathing. Then my attorney stepped through the door and said, \u201cGood. They brought the evidence themselves.\u201d And that was only the beginning. - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"datePublished":"2026-06-28T15:50:24+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239"]}]},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=54239#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"My daughter-in-law thought she had brought a notary to steal my future. Instead, she brought witnesses to her own downfall. \u201cOnce the old man signs, we sell before he knows,\u201d her voice played from my laptop, clear as thunder. Daniel went pale. Marissa stopped breathing. Then my attorney stepped through the door and said, \u201cGood. They brought the evidence themselves.\u201d And that was only the beginning."}]},{"@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\/54239","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=54239"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54239\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54240,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54239\/revisions\/54240"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=54239"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=54239"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=54239"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}