There has never been a time in my memory when my parents and I had gotten along. While they lived happy lives without technology 
and sugar, the things that they didn’t allow also caused me to struggle to make friends.
At the end of high school, I finally decided I wanted to be a candy maker. My family were not happy. They said I had to give up on my dream and help tend to the family farm instead. I refused, so my family disowned me and cut me off.
That was almost two decades ago now, and my family are currently selling their farm as it isn’t bringing in a profit anymore. I, on the other hand, am doing quite well myself and I have plans to expand my candy making into a factory to sell lollies around the world.
I looked down at my table, littered with pamphlets all about conveyancing near Highett. Today was the big day. I sent a conveyancer on my behalf to finalise the purchase of my family’s land and begin building a candy factory on top of where the house was. I knew they wouldn’t sell to me personally, so I needed to use a buyer’s advocate and then have the conveyancer hide my identity from them.
After a long few hours of waiting by the phone, my conveyancer called me. He told me congratulations and that the purchase of the farm had gone through. I blew out a sigh of relief and thanked him before hanging up.
I was so glad I went with Reggie the conveyancer because clearly, he was one of the better conveyancing lawyers near me. Malvern Farm was now all mine, and my family had no idea.
I grabbed my keys, wallet a document to go down to finalise the paperwork. Once I finished that, I planned to pay the previous owners a little visit. Just to let them know that their land is now in good hands, and it isn’t even leaving the family, technically. Oh, it will be great to see the look on their faces when I tell them my plans for the property.