When Grandma passed away, my relatives rushed to her house, eager to see what she had left behind.
I was the only one who took her loyal dog,
Berta, home, wanting to honor Grandma’s memory rather than search for belongings.
While everyone waited anxiously for the lawyer,
I simply stayed quiet, holding on to the comfort that Berta brought me.
Caring for Grandma in her last months had shown me what truly mattered to her.
I never imagined Berta carried a hidden message Grandma had left only for me.
The lawyer soon announced that none of my relatives would receive an inheritance, leaving the room filled with disappointment.
Their concern quickly shifted to Berta, whom they didn’t want to care for. Even though my apartment wasn’t ideal,
I chose to take her with me, knowing Grandma would have wanted that. Life with Berta felt familiar and warm,
especially since she reminded me of Grandma’s constant encouragement.
Then, one evening after a long shift at the hospital, everything took an unexpected turn.
My mother arrived at my door, convinced I was hiding something valuable from everyone.
I explained again that I had only inherited Berta, but she refused to believe me.
Later, while petting Berta, I noticed a small opening in her collar with a tag marked with an address and a locker number.
Inside was a tiny key that led me to a storage locker at the train station.
When I opened it, I found an envelope labeled “For Meredith” along with documents and a heartfelt note from Grandma.
In her letter, Grandma explained that she wanted her savings to go to someone who acted with kindness,
not expectation. She left everything to the person who chose to care for Berta out of genuine love,
trusting that this would be me. Reading her words filled me with gratitude and understanding
. Although my relatives appeared hoping to claim something
, the lawyer confirmed Grandma’s wishes were final.
With her trust in my hands, I decided to use much of the inheritance to help the hospital where I worked, honoring her spirit of generosity.
