They Mocked My Inheritance from Grandpa — Until They Saw What It Really Was

At 20, I was the youngest of eight grandchildren when Grandpa Thomas passed away. While the others obsessed over his wealth, I held tight to our weekends together—chess matches, shared meals, and long talks about his life. They teased me, calling me “teacher’s pet,” but I didn’t mind. He wasn’t just my grandfather—he was my closest friend.
At the will reading, every relative received $200,000. When the lawyer revealed that I was given the old farmhouse, the room burst into laughter. “She got mold and memories,” one cousin joked. But where they saw a crumbling relic, I saw the heart of Grandpa’s legacy.