My family waited for my deaf grandma to die so they could take her money — but her “goodbye surprise” turned their greed into shame
“Love is the truest treasure,” my Nana Beatrice always said. At 15, I learned why. While my friends chased summer fun, I spent time with her—gardening, baking, and soaking in her warmth.
A week before her 89th birthday, I overheard her children, Uncle Victor and Aunt Clara, cruelly scheming to claim her cottage. I expected Nana to be hurt, but she merely smiled—she could hear everything. Together, we recorded their words, not for revenge, but to reveal the truth.
After her peaceful passing, the will reading exposed them. Each greedy relative received a recorder playing their own cruel remarks. Then Mr. Harper handed me Nana’s letter:
“Sophie, you saw me for who I was, not what I owned. Your love was true and selfless. I leave everything to you. Love, Nana.”
Her lesson was clear: love matters far more than money or property. My relatives got a dollar and a cheeky note: “Hope this will do!” Nana’s gift wasn’t just inheritance—it was wisdom.
Even ten years later, I carry her words: cherish family, value love above all, and remember that sometimes the softest voices teach the greatest lessons.
