My aunt took my parents' money and gave me away after their death – 20 years later, I got hired as HER housekeeper. _______________ When I was three, my parents died in a car crash. My aunt Diane stepped in like a guardian angel—or so everyone thought. For six months, she "took care of me." Then she took my parents' house, $500k of their savings, dropped me at a foster home, and vanished. I grew up scrubbing floors to survive. By twenty-three, I owned my own cleaning company, PureSpace Services.