{"id":80641,"date":"2026-06-21T04:46:03","date_gmt":"2026-06-21T04:46:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641"},"modified":"2026-06-21T04:46:03","modified_gmt":"2026-06-21T04:46:03","slug":"i-came-home-from-navy-training-to-find-strangers-having-a-bbq-in-my-backyard-my-dad-and-brother-said-it-was-a-mistake-but-then-the-new-owners-showed-me-the-contract-when-i-saw-how-my-family-for","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641","title":{"rendered":"I came home from Navy training to find strangers having a BBQ in my backyard. My dad and brother said it was a mistake, but then the new “owners” showed me the contract. When I saw how my family forged my signature, I realized the ultimate betrayal was just beginning…"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n

I\u2019m Marissa Doyle. Currently, I\u2019m a Navy trainee enduring the brutal grinds of Naval Base Coronado. Or at least, I was until four hours ago. Now, I\u2019m gripping the steering wheel of my truck, tearing down I-17 toward Flagstaff, Arizona, like a woman possessed. It started three days ago with a barrage of bizarre notifications. An automated email from the county clerk about a “title transfer request.” Then, a cancellation notice from my homeowner’s insurance, followed immediately by an alert that my water and power accounts had been closed.<\/p>\n

When I called my dad and my older brother, Nolan, they brushed it off instantly. “It\u2019s just an administrative glitch, Riss. I already called them to sort it out. Focus on your training,” Nolan had said, his voice a little too rushed, a little too slick.<\/p>\n

I didn’t buy it. A JAG officer on base confirmed my worst fears, warning me that scammers constantly prey on deployed or training military personnel. My gut screamed that something was deeply wrong. I pulled emergency leave, grabbed my keys, and drove straight home without telling a single soul.<\/p>\n

I pull into my quiet cul-de-sac, and my blood instantly turns to ice. There\u2019s a shiny silver Lexus parked exactly where my Jeep usually sits. The front yard\u2014the property I bought with my life savings and renovated with my own blistered hands\u2014is strung with festive fairy lights. I can hear loud music and laughter. The rich smell of barbecue smoke drifts over the cedar fence.<\/p>\n

My heart hammering against my ribs, I push open the side gate. A dozen strangers are lounging on my patio furniture, drinking my good wine. And right there, flipping burgers by the grill, is my father. Nolan is standing next to him, laughing loudly as he hands a beer to a woman I\u2019ve never seen before.<\/p>\n

I step into the harsh patio light. The laughter abruptly dies. Nolan turns, and the beer bottle slips from his hand, shattering violently across the flagstone patio.<\/p>\n

“Marissa?” Nolan chokes out, his face completely draining of color. My father freezes, staring at me like I\u2019m a ghost.<\/p>\n

Before I can even open my mouth to demand what the hell is happening on my property, the strange woman steps forward. She offers a polite, slightly confused smile.<\/p>\n

“Oh, hi,” she says, wiping barbecue sauce from her fingers. “You must be Marissa. Are you the former owner?”<\/p>\n

The words hung in the warm evening air, completely paralyzing me. Former owner.<\/i><\/p>\n

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” I asked, my voice dangerously low. I locked eyes with Sarah, but from my peripheral vision, I saw Nolan desperately trying to edge toward the side gate.<\/p>\n

“Nolan, don’t you dare move,” I barked, my military training kicking in. I pointed a trembling finger at the woman. “I own this house. I have never put it on the market. I have never signed a single document. Get off my property.”<\/p>\n

The backyard erupted into absolute chaos. The party guests began murmuring and backing away. Sarah’s husband stormed over, his face flushing red with anger. “Now hold on a second! We paid top dollar for this property. We have the closing documents right inside!”<\/p>\n

“Show them to me. Now,” I demanded.<\/p>\n

My father finally found his voice, stepping between me and the angry buyers. “Marissa, sweetheart, let’s just go inside and talk about this privately. There’s been a massive misunderstanding.”<\/p>\n

“The only misunderstanding is you thinking I won’t call the police this very second,” I snarled, shoving past him. I followed Sarah’s husband into my own kitchen\u2014which was now packed with someone else’s moving boxes\u2014and watched as he pulled a thick manila folder from the counter.<\/p>\n

He slammed the paperwork down in front of me. I flipped through the heavy pages, my eyes scanning the legal jargon until I hit the signature line. Right there, in black and white, was an electronic signature. Marissa Doyle.<\/i><\/p>\n

“This is a forgery,” I said, my chest tightening. “I didn’t sign this.”<\/p>\n

“You didn’t have to,” the husband shot back, pulling out a second sheet of paper. “Your brother had a Power of Attorney. And we spoke to you on the phone. You literally gave the broker verbal confirmation!”<\/p>\n

I snatched the paper from his hands. It was a Power of Attorney form, alright. But it wasn’t for real estate. It was a limited, temporary POA I had signed three years ago, granting my dad permission to handle my water and electric bills while I was deployed overseas. It explicitly prohibited the sale of assets. Someone had doctored the document, altering the dates and the legal scope.<\/p>\n

I spun around to face my brother, who was lingering in the kitchen doorway, sweating profusely. “You forged a federal document? Are you out of your mind, Nolan?”<\/p>\n

“I was drowning, Riss!” Nolan suddenly exploded, his voice cracking with panic. “I owed eighty grand to people you don’t want to mess with! They were going to break my legs! Dad said we could just borrow against the house, but the bank wouldn’t let us, so we had to sell it! I was going to pay you back, I swear!”<\/p>\n

The sheer audacity of his confession made me nauseous. My own father had helped him. “Where is the money, Nolan?”<\/p>\n

He couldn’t look me in the eye. “It’s gone. I wired it to them yesterday afternoon.”<\/p>\n

The buyers were staring at us in absolute horror. “Wait,” Sarah panicked, clutching her husband’s arm. “What do you mean you spoke to her on the phone? Who did we talk to during the closing?”<\/p>\n

This was the sickest twist of all. Nolan pulled his phone out of his pocket with shaking hands. “I… I used your old voicemails,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. “I cut together audio clips from when you used to call me from base. When the broker called to verify, I played the clips into the receiver. You saying ‘Yes, I authorize it,’ and ‘Go ahead.’ It… it worked.”<\/p>\n

My stomach violently heaved. They hadn’t just stolen my home; they had manipulated my own voice to do it. The betrayal was so deep, so calculated, it felt like a physical knife twisting in my ribs.<\/p>\n

“Call the police,” I told Sarah’s husband, my voice dead and hollow.<\/p>\n

“Riss, please!” my father begged, grabbing my arm. “If you call the cops, your brother will go to prison! It’s a federal crime! Just let the sale go through, we’ll figure out a way to make it right!”<\/p>\n

“Get your hands off me,” I hissed, shoving him away. I pulled out my own phone and dialed 911. “I need an officer at my address immediately. I’m reporting a major real estate fraud.”<\/p>\n

As the dispatcher answered, I saw Nolan sprinting out the front door, his footsteps echoing down the street as he ran into the dark.<\/p>\n

If you’ve read this far, don’t hesitate to leave a like and comment before reading part 3. It makes us as happy as reading a complete story! Thank you. \ud83d\udc4d\u2764\ufe0f<\/p>\n

The flashing red and blue lights of the Flagstaff Police cruisers illuminated my driveway, casting harsh, erratic shadows over the fairy lights my family had strung up for their sickening celebration. The party guests had scattered like roaches, leaving only Sarah, her husband, my father, and me standing in the wreckage of my front yard.<\/p>\n

The moment I explained the situation to the responding officers, the atmosphere shifted from a standard domestic dispute to a major criminal investigation. Because I was an active-duty service member targeted while away on military orders, this wasn’t just local theft. It was a federal offense. I immediately contacted the JAG office at Coronado, who patched me through to a specialized VA attorney who handles predatory lending and real estate scams.<\/p>\n

My father was handcuffed right there on the patio. He cried, begging me to drop the charges, but I just turned my back. The man who raised me had conspired to leave me homeless to cover his golden boy’s gambling debts. Any love I had left for him evaporated the second I saw that forged signature.<\/p>\n

Nolan didn’t get far. The police picked him up three hours later, shivering at a Greyhound bus station, trying to buy a one-way ticket to Nevada. But the arrests didn’t stop there.<\/p>\n

First thing Monday morning, I marched down to the county clerk’s office with my VA attorney. We traced the transaction back to the real estate broker who had suspiciously rushed the closing. It turned out, the broker wasn’t a victim of Nolan’s audio-clip trickery\u2014he was in on it. He had recognized the doctored Power of Attorney but pushed it through anyway in exchange for a massive, under-the-table cut of the sale. When federal investigators raided his office, he tried to shred the documents and run, but they apprehended him in the parking garage.<\/p>\n

The legal battle over the next few months was the most grueling marathon of my life, far worse than any training drill at Coronado. We ended up in district court, sitting across from the very people who shared my blood.<\/p>\n

My VA lawyer was a bulldog. He presented the overwhelming evidence: the doctored POA, the audio analysis proving the phone verification was spliced together, and the financial trail leading straight to Nolan’s bookies. The judge was absolutely merciless. He declared the entire real estate transaction null and void. Legally, the sale had never happened.<\/p>\n

The innocent buyers, Sarah and her husband, were protected by their title insurance policy. They were fully refunded their purchase money, though the emotional toll of having to pack up and move out of a house they thought was theirs was something I deeply sympathized with. We ended up hugging in the courtroom hallway; they were victims of my family’s greed, just like I was.<\/p>\n

As for my father and brother, the gavel came down hard. Because they had forged federal documents, committed wire fraud, and targeted an active-duty military member, they were facing serious prison time, plus crushing financial restitution to the title company. Watching them being led out of the courtroom in handcuffs, I felt no triumph. I just felt an overwhelming, bone-deep exhaustion. But for the first time in months, I also felt safe.<\/p>\n

It took another three weeks to clear the legal red tape and get the deed officially, cleanly back in my name. When I finally returned to Flagstaff, the house was empty. The silver Lexus was gone. The fairy lights had been torn down.<\/p>\n

I walked up my driveway, the Arizona sun warming my shoulders, and unlocked the front door. The house was quiet. It smelled like cedar and pine, just the way I remembered it. I walked into the kitchen, ran my hand over the countertop I had installed myself, and finally let out a breath I felt like I\u2019d been holding for half a year.<\/p>\n

I had lost my family, but they had proven they weren’t worth keeping anyway. I had fought for my home, for my independence, and for my future. And standing there in the quiet sanctuary of my living room, I knew I had won. I was finally home.<\/p>\n

What do you think of this story? Please leave a like and share your thoughts in the comments. Your support means a lot to us and inspires us to keep writing more meaningful and powerful stories. Thank you! \ud83d\udc4d\u2764\ufe0f<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019m Marissa Doyle. Currently, I\u2019m a Navy trainee enduring the brutal grinds of Naval Base Coronado. Or at least, I was until four hours ago. Now, I\u2019m gripping the steering wheel of my truck, tearing down I-17 toward Flagstaff, Arizona, like a woman possessed. It started three days ago with a barrage of bizarre notifications. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":80645,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-80641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-new"],"yoast_head":"\nI came home from Navy training to find strangers having a BBQ in my backyard. My dad and brother said it was a mistake, but then the new "owners" showed me the contract. When I saw how my family forged my signature, I realized the ultimate betrayal was just beginning... - Purposeful Days<\/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:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"I came home from Navy training to find strangers having a BBQ in my backyard. My dad and brother said it was a mistake, but then the new "owners" showed me the contract. When I saw how my family forged my signature, I realized the ultimate betrayal was just beginning... - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"I\u2019m Marissa Doyle. Currently, I\u2019m a Navy trainee enduring the brutal grinds of Naval Base Coronado. Or at least, I was until four hours ago. Now, I\u2019m gripping the steering wheel of my truck, tearing down I-17 toward Flagstaff, Arizona, like a woman possessed. It started three days ago with a barrage of bizarre notifications. […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-06-21T04:46:03+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/dreamina-2026-06-21-3512-thay-trong-phuc-nguoi-phu-nu-mac-quan-je.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=\"Daily life\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Daily life\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"9 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641\",\"name\":\"I came home from Navy training to find strangers having a BBQ in my backyard. My dad and brother said it was a mistake, but then the new \\\"owners\\\" showed me the contract. When I saw how my family forged my signature, I realized the ultimate betrayal was just beginning... - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/dreamina-2026-06-21-3512-thay-trong-phuc-nguoi-phu-nu-mac-quan-je.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-06-21T04:46:03+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/0798909bd6049a0fa637904efb5949f7\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/dreamina-2026-06-21-3512-thay-trong-phuc-nguoi-phu-nu-mac-quan-je.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/dreamina-2026-06-21-3512-thay-trong-phuc-nguoi-phu-nu-mac-quan-je.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"I came home from Navy training to find strangers having a BBQ in my backyard. My dad and brother said it was a mistake, but then the new “owners” showed me the contract. When I saw how my family forged my signature, I realized the ultimate betrayal was just beginning…\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Purposeful Days\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/0798909bd6049a0fa637904efb5949f7\",\"name\":\"Daily life\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/649783f78a7f7ccf455b548a38fbd731b4a456beb76aaeb2a655077f4c3ea71a?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/649783f78a7f7ccf455b548a38fbd731b4a456beb76aaeb2a655077f4c3ea71a?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Daily life\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=7\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"I came home from Navy training to find strangers having a BBQ in my backyard. My dad and brother said it was a mistake, but then the new \"owners\" showed me the contract. When I saw how my family forged my signature, I realized the ultimate betrayal was just beginning... - Purposeful Days","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:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"I came home from Navy training to find strangers having a BBQ in my backyard. My dad and brother said it was a mistake, but then the new \"owners\" showed me the contract. When I saw how my family forged my signature, I realized the ultimate betrayal was just beginning... - Purposeful Days","og_description":"I\u2019m Marissa Doyle. Currently, I\u2019m a Navy trainee enduring the brutal grinds of Naval Base Coronado. Or at least, I was until four hours ago. Now, I\u2019m gripping the steering wheel of my truck, tearing down I-17 toward Flagstaff, Arizona, like a woman possessed. It started three days ago with a barrage of bizarre notifications. […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-06-21T04:46:03+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/dreamina-2026-06-21-3512-thay-trong-phuc-nguoi-phu-nu-mac-quan-je.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Daily life","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Daily life","Est. reading time":"9 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641","name":"I came home from Navy training to find strangers having a BBQ in my backyard. My dad and brother said it was a mistake, but then the new \"owners\" showed me the contract. When I saw how my family forged my signature, I realized the ultimate betrayal was just beginning... - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/dreamina-2026-06-21-3512-thay-trong-phuc-nguoi-phu-nu-mac-quan-je.jpg","datePublished":"2026-06-21T04:46:03+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/0798909bd6049a0fa637904efb5949f7"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/dreamina-2026-06-21-3512-thay-trong-phuc-nguoi-phu-nu-mac-quan-je.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/dreamina-2026-06-21-3512-thay-trong-phuc-nguoi-phu-nu-mac-quan-je.jpg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=80641#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"I came home from Navy training to find strangers having a BBQ in my backyard. My dad and brother said it was a mistake, but then the new “owners” showed me the contract. When I saw how my family forged my signature, I realized the ultimate betrayal was just beginning…"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Purposeful Days","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/0798909bd6049a0fa637904efb5949f7","name":"Daily life","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/649783f78a7f7ccf455b548a38fbd731b4a456beb76aaeb2a655077f4c3ea71a?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/649783f78a7f7ccf455b548a38fbd731b4a456beb76aaeb2a655077f4c3ea71a?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Daily life"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=7"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80641","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=80641"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80641\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":80646,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/80641\/revisions\/80646"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/80645"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=80641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=80641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=80641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}