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When my grandmother died, I returned to her house and found the accumulated money in the feather.
Gennady was sure that his rich grandmother would leave behind a decent fortune. Instead, he received an unusual gift. What happened and how the hero disposed of the inherited thing, read in today's article.
I was 17 when my grandmother became seriously ill. I was never close enough to say I loved her. But I was just sorry that my mom didn't want to help her.
Their relationship soured long ago. My grandmother was against my mother marrying my father. She did not listen to her and listened to her heart. Ironically, Grandma was right in the end: My dad left me and my mom when I was a kid. My mother and grandmother never made contact.
My grandmother needed special care, so she asked me to come to her every day whenever possible. In return, she promised that I would receive a large inheritance from her. We lived in poverty, and I confess honestly, I was a loser on money. So I decided to help Grandma as much as I could.
After school, I ran to ba. I bought her food, cleaned her apartment, watered her vases. A year later, my grandmother almost stopped walking. So I had to take her to the bathroom and then back to bed.
Once, cleaning in the closet, I found there an album with rare stamps. At first I thought of taking them, but then I thought maybe it was part of the inheritance. Curiosity took over, and I showed the stamps to Grandma. She said it was my grandfather's collection, so I can take it if I want. I did not refuse such goodness.
I really didn’t decide to sell everything right away. Gradually, new things began to appear in my life. I bought a phone, revamped my wardrobe, and started eating out more often. Of course, my mother noticed it. She thought I was stealing money from my grandmother, and that made me angry. Then I realized that I did everything right: I never shared the money from the sale of stamps with my mother.
Every year my grandmother got worse, and I have more worries. I got tired of taking care of her, became more irritable. All I wanted to do was get an inheritance. And I knew that would happen very soon.
Grandma died while she was asleep. I found out when I came to her after work. I have already graduated from high school and got a job as an intern in the company of my friend. After all the necessary preparations, I returned to the ba house. Turned everything around in search of the cherished money and found it in the feather.
Next to it was a note: “The will of the notary.” Here's his number. I advise you to call him as soon as possible.” It turned out that her grandmother decided to clean all her savings into an orphanage. My mother left the apartment. I couldn't believe it, honestly.
My grandmother left me a painting. I wrote another note saying this would change my life. At that moment, I wanted to go back and tell my grandmother everything I thought about her. For 6 years I've been squandering over her bed for some useless painting?!
That same day, I threw her away and forgot about her. And 5 years later I came across her during the move. I got married and co-founded a company. Things went uphill, and my wife and I decided to move out of town.
I looked at the picture and remembered my grandmother’s words. I realized I was wrong. And in memory of Ba decided to hang the painting in his house. During one of the dinner parties, my friend Alexey drew attention to her. He worked with antiques for many years and said it cost a fortune.
I couldn't believe it was true. But after 5 days of searching and consulting, I became convinced that the painting of my grandmother is a real rarity, which is pursued by many collectors. And I was so ashamed. When I was young, I chased money, completely forgetting that there were more important things.
And my grandmother kept that in mind, even though she probably saw that I was helping her to inherit. I hope she forgives me. I didn't sell the painting. I want it to be a reminder of my mistakes and my beloved grandmother.
Life Wisdom: What does this story teach us? This story shows that Everyone has the right to make a mistake.. One way or another, Gennady was the only person who was willing to help his grandmother when she needed it. Even if his goal was self-interest, he grew up and managed to realize that he had done wrong.
His grandmother believed in him from the beginning. I knew that one day he would appreciate her gift. That's what happened. In addition, she did not forget about her daughter, although she never managed to find the strength to establish a relationship with her.
I was 17 when my grandmother became seriously ill. I was never close enough to say I loved her. But I was just sorry that my mom didn't want to help her.
Their relationship soured long ago. My grandmother was against my mother marrying my father. She did not listen to her and listened to her heart. Ironically, Grandma was right in the end: My dad left me and my mom when I was a kid. My mother and grandmother never made contact.
My grandmother needed special care, so she asked me to come to her every day whenever possible. In return, she promised that I would receive a large inheritance from her. We lived in poverty, and I confess honestly, I was a loser on money. So I decided to help Grandma as much as I could.
After school, I ran to ba. I bought her food, cleaned her apartment, watered her vases. A year later, my grandmother almost stopped walking. So I had to take her to the bathroom and then back to bed.
Once, cleaning in the closet, I found there an album with rare stamps. At first I thought of taking them, but then I thought maybe it was part of the inheritance. Curiosity took over, and I showed the stamps to Grandma. She said it was my grandfather's collection, so I can take it if I want. I did not refuse such goodness.
I really didn’t decide to sell everything right away. Gradually, new things began to appear in my life. I bought a phone, revamped my wardrobe, and started eating out more often. Of course, my mother noticed it. She thought I was stealing money from my grandmother, and that made me angry. Then I realized that I did everything right: I never shared the money from the sale of stamps with my mother.
Every year my grandmother got worse, and I have more worries. I got tired of taking care of her, became more irritable. All I wanted to do was get an inheritance. And I knew that would happen very soon.
Grandma died while she was asleep. I found out when I came to her after work. I have already graduated from high school and got a job as an intern in the company of my friend. After all the necessary preparations, I returned to the ba house. Turned everything around in search of the cherished money and found it in the feather.
Next to it was a note: “The will of the notary.” Here's his number. I advise you to call him as soon as possible.” It turned out that her grandmother decided to clean all her savings into an orphanage. My mother left the apartment. I couldn't believe it, honestly.
My grandmother left me a painting. I wrote another note saying this would change my life. At that moment, I wanted to go back and tell my grandmother everything I thought about her. For 6 years I've been squandering over her bed for some useless painting?!
That same day, I threw her away and forgot about her. And 5 years later I came across her during the move. I got married and co-founded a company. Things went uphill, and my wife and I decided to move out of town.
I looked at the picture and remembered my grandmother’s words. I realized I was wrong. And in memory of Ba decided to hang the painting in his house. During one of the dinner parties, my friend Alexey drew attention to her. He worked with antiques for many years and said it cost a fortune.
I couldn't believe it was true. But after 5 days of searching and consulting, I became convinced that the painting of my grandmother is a real rarity, which is pursued by many collectors. And I was so ashamed. When I was young, I chased money, completely forgetting that there were more important things.
And my grandmother kept that in mind, even though she probably saw that I was helping her to inherit. I hope she forgives me. I didn't sell the painting. I want it to be a reminder of my mistakes and my beloved grandmother.
Life Wisdom: What does this story teach us? This story shows that Everyone has the right to make a mistake.. One way or another, Gennady was the only person who was willing to help his grandmother when she needed it. Even if his goal was self-interest, he grew up and managed to realize that he had done wrong.
His grandmother believed in him from the beginning. I knew that one day he would appreciate her gift. That's what happened. In addition, she did not forget about her daughter, although she never managed to find the strength to establish a relationship with her.
For a month I do not buy bread, I cook lean Turkish bread, baslam on kefir, relatives joke that you can open your bakery.
Brewing is lightning fast, I no longer suffer from the faults of my husband, ordering a cold one without reason.