Edward was devastated when his sister, Sarah, called with the news of their grandmother’s passing. He never expected her bitter announcement: she planned to take nearly everything, leaving him only an old blanket.
“Grandma Sandy has died. Are you coming to the funeral?” Sarah’s voice was cold over the phone.
“Of course, I’m coming. How can you be so indifferent?” Edward replied, shocked. Due to his disability, travel wasn’t easy for him; he had lost both legs in a car accident years ago, and since then, his family had relied on his wife Gianna’s modest income. She worked tirelessly to provide for them, and Edward held onto hope for a remote job he had recently applied for.
Grandma Sandy had been a tremendous support to his family after the accident, helping with the children whenever she could. Her passing left Edward heartbroken.
“Well, whatever. She was old,” Sarah replied bluntly. “I’m calling to tell you to get here fast, or I’m taking everything.”
“What do you mean?” Edward asked, confused.
“I’m at Grandma’s house, sorting through her belongings. I’m keeping anything valuable. Maybe I can make some money from it,” Sarah said without emotion.
“You can’t do that!” Edward protested.
“Yes, I can. There’s no will, and we’re her only family. I’ll take the house, and I’m being generous by telling you to come if you want anything before I sell it all,” Sarah snapped, then hung up.
When Edward arrived with Gianna, Sarah wouldn’t let him take anything of value. “I’ve already claimed that,” she’d say each time he reached for something. To Edward, though, it was the loss of his grandmother that truly stung.
Then he saw an old blanket with a familiar design, bringing back childhood memories of building forts with it. “How about this?” he asked.
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