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My grandmother turned a deaf ear to test us before dividing up the inheritance - Each one got what he deserved
"Love is the greatest inheritance," my late grandmother used to say. It took her turning a deaf ear and having her greedy children read her will for them to understand what she meant.
Cherish your grandparents while you can. Hug them tight, whisper “I love you” to them, and create memories that warm your heart long after they’re gone. Because one day, those memories will be all you have left. I’m Emily, and I’m about to share how my 89-year-old grandmother Rosalind taught me this priceless lesson that changed my life forever…
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I was 15 when it happened. While my friends were busy with summer flings and beach parties, I was content spending time with Grandma Rosalind. Her dimpled smile always brightened my day.
"Emily, dear," Grandma once said to me in a soft, loving voice. "Would you like to help me with the garden later?"
I nodded enthusiastically, ignoring my uncle's rolling eyes from across the room. He never understood why I was hanging around with the "old lady."
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"You're wasting the summer, Em," my Uncle Bill muttered. "Why don't you come to the beach with us?"
I glared at him. "Because I really care about my grandmother, Uncle Bill. You should try it sometime."
As Grandma and I pruned the roses together, I couldn't help but notice how her hands were shaking slightly. She was getting older, and that scared me.
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"Grandma," I said softly. "You know I love you, right?"
He paused, looking at me with those kind eyes. "Of course, darling. And I love you too. More than you can imagine."
As we headed inside, I held her close, inhaling the familiar scent of lavender and homemade cookies that clung to her dress. Little did I know that this moment of peace was the calm before the storm.
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"Emily," Grandma said, her voice suddenly serious. "Promise me one thing. No matter what happens, always be true to yourself."
I leaned back, confused. "Of course, Grandma. But why are you telling me that?"
She just smiled, that familiar twinkle in her eyes. "You'll understand someday, darling. Now, how about we bake some cookies?"
A week before Grandma's 89th birthday, everything changed. Dad came home, his face ashen.
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"Emily," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Grandma's in the hospital. The doctors... they say she's lost her hearing."
My world has shattered. How could this have happened? Just yesterday we were laughing about stories from his childhood.
"But... it was okay!" I protested, tears in my eyes. "We were gardening and baking and..."
Dad hugged me. "I know, honey. It just happened suddenly. The doctors said it's not unusual at his age."
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Despite the diagnosis, we decided to throw Grandma a birthday party anyway. She deserved it, deaf or not.
"We'll make it special," Mom said, her voice full of love and determination. "Emily, why don't you make a photo album? I'm sure Grandma would love it."
I smiled, wiping away my tears as I helped Mom set the table for dinner. "Yes, I will. She's always loved looking at old photos."
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Fast forward to Grandma’s 89th birthday celebration, the party was in full swing, but something didn’t feel right. I was sitting next to Grandma, showing her pictures on my phone, when I heard the booming voice of my Uncle Bill.
"If you don't give us the house, I'm going to fight for it in court. Don't you understand that she's old and stupid?" he hissed, looking unkindly at the grandmother.
I was frozen. How could he say that about Grandma?
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Aunt Sarah chimed in, her voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, yes, brother! Your words cannot be trusted. I can't wait to have that lovely farm you own in Boston."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They were the same people who had smiled and hugged Grandma a few moments ago.
"Hey!" I cried, my face burning with rage. "How can you talk about Grandma like that?"
Uncle Bill sneered at me. "Shut up, you silly little girl. This is grown-up stuff."
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I looked at Grandma, expecting to see pain in her eyes. But instead, I saw… a flash of something else. Was it… fun?
I shook my head, dismissing the thought. The poor thing couldn't hear them, and in a way, I was glad. Their cruel words would have broken her heart.
"Are you okay, Grandma?" I asked, forgetting for a moment that she couldn't hear me.
He patted my hand and smiled.
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That night, when everyone had gone home, I found Grandma sitting in her favorite chair, looking out the window.
"Grandma?" I said quietly, approaching her.
To my surprise, she turned to look at me. "Emily, dear. Come sit with me."
I froze. "Grandma? Can you... hear me?"
She laughed, that familiar twinkle in her eyes. "Honey, I hear everything. Who said I'm completely deaf? I can hear faintly."
My mouth dropped open. "But... but at the party... Uncle Bill and Aunt Sarah..."
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"I know what they said," she sighed. "And I know they're all waiting for me to die."
I hugged her tightly, tears streaming down my face. "I'm so sorry, Grandma. They're horrible."
He wiped my tears away. "Don't cry, darling. We're going to teach them a lesson they'll never forget."
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Over the next few days, Grandma and I worked out our plan. I bought some small tape recorders and we set out to capture the true nature of our relatives.
"Remember, Emily," Grandma said as we worked. "This isn't about revenge. This is about revealing the truth."
I nodded, although a part of me couldn't help but feel a certain satisfaction at the idea of unmasking his true colors.
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As we heard more and more cruel words from my aunts and uncles, my heart broke into a thousand pieces. Their voices, filled with greed and mockery, filled the small tape recorders:
"I can't wait for the old bat to kick the bucket."
"Maybe we should help her, you know? It's for her own good."
"God, why doesn't he just die already? I have plans for that beach house."
Every word was like a knife twisting in my gut.
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I looked at Grandma, whose weathered hands trembled slightly as she listened. Her eyes, once so bright and full of life, now shone with unshed tears.
"How can they be so cruel?" I whispered. "Grandma, they are your children. How can they say such horrible things?"
Grandma reached out and squeezed my hand, her touch as gentle as ever. “Oh, my sweet Emily,” she murmured, her voice shaking. “Sometimes the people who should love us the most are the ones who hurt us the most.”
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Hot tears spilled down my cheeks. How could they do this to the woman who had loved them, raised them, and given them everything? Now they hovered like vultures, anxiously awaiting her death.
"Doesn't it hurt, Grandma?" I asked.
He smiled sadly. "Of course I do, my dear. But it also shows me who really cares. And that's worth more than any wealth. Remember... love is the greatest inheritance."
A week later, Grandma passed away peacefully in her sleep. I was devastated. The funeral was a sombre affair, with relatives shedding crocodile tears as they looked at Grandma's possessions.
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"What a tragedy," Aunt Sarah whimpered, her eyes darting around the room. "I'll miss her so much."
I bit my tongue, knowing what was coming.
Three days after the funeral, we all gathered in the lawyer's office for the reading of the will.
Mr. Thompson, the family lawyer, cleared his throat. "Before we begin, I have a special request from Mrs. Rosalind."
He placed seven small boxes and envelopes on the table, each labeled with a name. Everyone except me had one.
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"Emily," Mr. Thompson said, "your grandmother left something different for you."
My heart raced as I watched my relatives open their boxes. Each contained a small tape recorder.
Uncle Bill pressed play first. His own voice filled the room: "I can't wait for the old bat to kick the bucket."
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Aunt Sarah's tape recorder went like this: "God, why doesn't he just die? I have plans for that beach house."
One by one, the tape recorders played back the nasty things they had said about Grandma. The color drained from their faces as they realized the truth.
Oh, how mean! Grandma had not been deaf at all.
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"YOU!" Uncle Bill pointed at me, his face red with anger. "You did this!"
I stood my ground. "No, Uncle Bill. You did this to yourself. All of you."
When the last recording ended, I couldn't help but smile. Grandma had been smarter than all of them.
"Emily," Mr. Thompson said, handing me an envelope. "This is for you."
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With trembling hands, I opened it. Inside was a letter in Grandma's elegant handwriting:
"My dearest Emily,
You were the only one who saw me for who I was, not for what I had. Your love was pure and unconditional. That's why I leave it all to you. Use it wisely, and always remember: love is the greatest inheritance of all.
With love,
Grandmother".
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Tears streamed down my face as I clutched the letter to my chest. I realized that Grandma had given me something far more valuable than money or property. She had taught me the true meaning of love and family.
And what about my relatives? Each of them received an envelope containing a single dollar and a note that read: "I hope this is enough! Good luck!"
The aftermath was chaotic. Uncle Bill threatened to contest the will, but Mr. Thompson quickly shut him down.
"Mrs Rosalind was of sound mind when she made this will," he said firmly. "And given the evidence we have just heard, I would say that her decisions were well-founded."
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As we left the office, my father pulled me aside. "Emily, I'm so proud of you. And I'm sorry I didn't see what was going on sooner."
I hugged him tightly. "It's okay, Dad. Grandma knew you loved her. That's what matters."
Ten years have passed since that day, and I still miss my grandmother terribly. But her final lesson is still with me: love your family unconditionally, because nothing in this world is permanent. Not money, not property. Only love.
And remember, sometimes the quietest voices are the ones that have the most to say. Listen carefully... you never know what you might learn.
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