While My Family Fought Over Grandma’s Will, I Was the Only One Who Took Her Beloved Dog and Discovered the Secret She Left Behind — Story of the Day
When Grandma passed, my relatives swarmed her house, hunting for her will, driven by greed. I, Meredith, a nurse who cared for her during her final six months, took only her beloved dog, Berta, despite my lease issues. At the funeral, my family’s coldness was evident—Grandma had funded our educations but never gave money, believing in self-reliance. They hoped her death meant a payout, but the lawyer, Mr. Johnson, revealed no one inherited anything, enraging them. They callously suggested putting Berta down, but I took her in.
Days later, my mother accused me of hiding Grandma’s fortune. While comforting Berta, I found an address and locker number on her collar, with a key hidden inside. At the train station, locker 153 held a folder with Grandma’s will and a note for me. She left everything to whoever cared for Berta, believing I, with my pure heart, deserved it. My mother and Uncle Jack, who’d followed me, demanded the will, but Mr. Johnson intervened, confirming my inheritance due to my selfless act. Overwhelmed, I decided to donate most of the estate to the hospital, vowing to honor Grandma’s trust in me to use her wealth for good.
