Candy dish

My mother married a real piece of work after my dad died. He loved her money and promised he wouldn't elect against her will. She wasn't dead two hours before he no longer knew me. Because of Ohio's law, one can elect against the will. (Why even have one, Ohio?) he was allowed to live in the house my dad built for one year after my mom's death. When he moved out, he took everything I didn't list by name in her assets. Apparently, 'misc' things such as pots and pans don't exist. He hated me, and when he left my parents' home, he took a lid for a Tupperware bowl, but left the bowl, and took pans, yet left the lids. My mom had an antique, three-corner cupboard that had been in our family forever. My dad bought my mom a candy dish with a lid. She would take it out of the cupboard each Christmas, and we put hard tack candies into it. He took the bottom part and left the lid. Because of the pure hatred of his black soul, I went into a deep depression; having lost so much when he stole. The candy dish meant so much to me and my mom. When I realized the hatred I had for him was weighing my own soul down, I decided to celebrate Christmas again. I had gone to K-Mart two days before Christmas to get a few remaining stocking-stuffers. I saw the candy we'd put into the dish and bought it. No one was going to make my Christmas bad again. On Christmas Eve, I was waiting on my grown sons to come home. I went to find something to put the candy into and opened the three-corner cupboard. I grabbed the dish my dad had bought my mom, and the lid. I wasn't thinking, and looked at the bottom. It was filthy as if it had been laying in mud. I walked to the sink to wash it. That's when it hit me! I had the bottom back! My boys had always made fun of me for keeping a lid. They were as shocked as I was when they saw the bottom. I fell down on my knees and thanked God for the miracle. If my sons hadn't witnessed it, I'd think I had lost my mind! My mom was looking out for me!