When Grandma passed, I assumed her beloved farm would be mine after years of working beside her. Instead, she left it to my cousin Felicity, who saw it as a quick payday. All I received was a cryptic letter granting me the right to stay—for now.
Determined to uncover the truth, I poured myself into preserving the farm, despite Felicity’s attempts to sell it and even a devastating fire. Months later, the second part of the will revealed Grandma’s plan: the farm was mine all along, a test of dedication Felicity failed.
With the farm restored and thriving, I found not only my purpose but also a hopeful future, carrying Grandma’s legacy forward.
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