A week later, Grandma passed peacefully, and at the will reading, her final act of revenge unfolded. Each relative received a recorder with their own cruel words about Grandma, exposing their greed. As they fumed, I was handed a letter from Grandma, leaving everything to me, her only grandchild who loved her unconditionally. The others received only a dollar each.

Grandma’s message was clear: love is more valuable than wealth, and sometimes the quietest voices speak the loudest. Ten years later, I still carry her lesson—love your family because that’s the only inheritance that lasts.