My grandmother lived a simple life. When she passed away, she left her small house and car to my cousins. My family laughed at me because she only left me her old, worn-out sofa.
I took it to someone to fix. As soon as he saw it, he turned pale and said, “Are you sure you want to fix this? It’s in really bad shape. Buying a new one would be cheaper.” But I insisted because I knew how much the sofa meant to her.
The next day, he called me and sounded nervous, asking me to come right away. When I got there, he told me that instead of regular cushions, the sofa was filled with stacks of dollar bills and gold coins—$340,000 in total.
I was speechless for days. I always knew my grandmother wouldn’t leave me with nothing; we had a special connection. I’m going to use the money to start my own business, something she always supported.
