In an attempt to locate Grandma’s will, my family members hurried to her home after she passed away. Unaware that she held more than just memories of Grandma, I was the only one who brought her old dog home. A few days later, I found the secret that Grandma had concealed in a place that no one else would have thought to search.
You have to wait for someone to pass away or toss a bunch of cash in front of my entire family to get them all together. Sadly, it was both on that particular day.
Grandma was dropped far into the earth as I watched from the cemetery.
Berta pulled forward as if she wanted to chase after Grandma while I held her leash securely.
Grandma had a dog named Berta. As Grandma used to like to say, Berta was her dearest friend and the only person she could really trust. She had purchased her when I was a child.
Despite being a lovely person, Grandma was undoubtedly a little picky.
Despite having amassed a substantial fortune over her lifetime, she never handed her children or grandkids a single penny.
Rather, she funded everyone’s schooling. She felt that everyone should succeed in life by themselves, starting from nothing, just as she had done.
As a result, until that day, my mom, my uncle, aunt, and their kids didn’t talk to Grandma or even bring her up.
