My grandfather, who I was very close to, passed away last month. When the will was read, I was shocked to find out he had left everything to my sister—his car, his savings, and the small house. She had hardly ever visited him, and I couldn’t understand why.
I asked her to split it with me, since we were both his grandchildren and I felt there must have been a mistake. But she just shook her head and said, “I can’t go against Grandpa’s wishes.”
A few months later, I put on my old coat and felt something in the pocket. It was a folded note. My heart stopped when I saw Grandpa’s handwriting. He must have slipped it there during his last days, when I was visiting him every day.
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