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Woman reading a letter on a farm | Source: Midjourney
Woman reading a letter on a farm | Source: Midjourney

Grandma's Will Left Me Nothing Until I Discovered Her Secret Plan — Story of the Day

Mariia Kobzieva
Sep 17, 2024
03:55 P.M.

When Grandma passed, I thought the farm would be mine. Instead, it went to my cousin, Felicity, who only sees dollar signs. All I got was a cryptic letter and the chance to stay on the farm—for now. But there’s more to this than it seems, and I’m about to uncover the truth, no matter what it takes.

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The lawyer’s voice faded as he finished reading the will. I felt a heavy, cold grip on my chest. The farm, the heart and soul of our family, was now Felicity's.

My cousin, Felicity, never spent more than a weekend here.

How many mornings did I rise before dawn to help Grandma with the animals or plants?

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How many long days did I spend in the fields, the sun burning my skin, while Felicity used the farm as nothing more than a picturesque background for her social media?

"Are you okay, Diana?" the lawyer asked gently, breaking the silence.

He handed me a letter, and my hands shook as I opened it.

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Grandma’s handwriting danced before my eyes:

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"My dearest Diana,

If you are reading this, the time has come for a choice. I know you love this farm, and it has been a part of you as much as it was a part of me. But I needed to be sure that it's true caretaker would emerge. I have left the farm to Felicity, but I have also granted you the right to live here for as long as you wish.

As long as you remain on the farm, it cannot be sold. Please be patient, my dear. The second part of my will shall be revealed in three months.

Love,

Grandma"

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Why didn’t she leave the farm to me outright?

Didn’t she trust me?

I glanced over at Felicity, her eyes already gleaming with excitement. She was whispering with her husband, Jack. I couldn't hear everything, but snippets of their conversation floated over.

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"Sell it... quick profit... developers..."

They didn't even care. It was all just numbers to them. I couldn't stand it.

"Take the money, Diana. And leave this place," Felicity offered me later.

"It's a generous amount. You could have a nice place in the city."

"This isn't about money, Felicity. It's about family."

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Felicity shrugged, already disinterested. To her, this was just business. But to me, this farm was my childhood, the place where Grandma taught me about hard work and love.

That night, I lay awake, memories of the farm swirling in my mind. I knew what I had to do. By morning, I had requested a leave of absence from my city job. I needed to be there, to feel the earth beneath my feet.

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Felicity handed me the keys with a smirk. She was eager to leave the responsibilities behind.

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***

The days on the farm were a whirlwind of chores. Every morning, I dragged myself out of bed before dawn, groaning at the thought of the tasks ahead.

As I fed the cows, I asked myself, "How did Grandma do this?"

"Morning, Daisy," I said to the cow closest to me, giving her a scratch behind the ears. "Ready for breakfast?"

She nudged me gently.

"You're the only one who listens to me, you know that?"

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It was a small comfort in the endless cycle of work, but it kept me going. I rushed around, feeding the chickens and making sure the goats were settled. By the time I finished, I was already thinking of the next task.

When I finally got to fixing the fence, I heard Mr. Harris approaching.

"Need help again?"

"Mr. Harris, you're a lifesaver. I think this fence has a grudge against me."

He chuckled, setting down his toolbox.

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"Nah, it just needs a firm hand. You gotta show it who's boss."

He started working on the fence, showing me how to reinforce the posts.

"Your grandma used to say, 'A good fence makes a happy farm.'"

"She never told me it would make me lose my mind," I muttered, wiping sweat from my brow.

He laughed. "She didn't want to scare you off. But you're doing good, Diana. You care, and that's half the battle."

"Half the battle? What's the other half?" I asked, genuinely curious.

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He looked at me with a thoughtful expression.

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"Sticking it out when things get tough. This farm isn't just land, you know. It's got a soul."

I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. "I just hope I'm doing it justice."

He patted my shoulder. "You are. More than you know."

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***

Later that evening, as the sky turned a smoky orange, I smelled something strange.

Smoke?

I turned toward the farmhouse and froze. Flames were licking the roof, growing taller and more furious by the second.

"No! No!"

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I dropped everything and ran, screaming at the top of my lungs. "Fire! Someone, help!"

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Neighbors rushed over, but the fire was too fast, too hungry. Mr. Harris grabbed my arm as I tried to get closer.

"Diana, it's too dangerous!"

"But the animals..." I started.

"They’re safe," he assured me.

"Focus, Diana. You did your part. The animals are safe."

I watched helplessly as the house burned to the ground. My eyes were wide, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

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"It's all gone," I whispered.

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***

The next morning, Felicity showed up. She glanced at the wreckage and shrugged.

"Well, this changes things, doesn't it?"

"Felicity," I said, struggling to keep my voice steady, "the house is gone, but the farm... it's still here."

She crossed her arms and smirked.

"And that’s exactly why it’s time to sell. Look around, Diana. This place is a disaster. It’s not worth the trouble."

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I shook my head, my hands clenched at my sides. "You don't understand. This is more than just land."

"To you, maybe," she said coolly.

"But to the rest of us? It's a money pit. So, when are you planning to leave?"

"I'm not leaving," I shot back. "This is my home."

Felicity rolled her eyes.

"Be reasonable. You've lost your job. You're living in a barn, Diana. A barn."

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"I'll figure it out," I insisted, my jaw set.

She gave me a pitying look.

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"You're being stubborn. There's nothing left here. Accept it and move on."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, stunned and seething. I pulled out my phone with shaking hands and dialed my boss. The line rang and rang before he picked up.

"Diana, you're late on your return," he said without preamble.

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"I need more time," I blurted out. "There was a fire. The house is gone."

There was a pause. "I'm sorry to hear that, but we need you back by Monday."

"Monday?" I choked out. "That's... I can't be back by then."

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"Then I'm afraid we can't hold your position any longer."

"Wait, please..." I started, but the line went dead.

Mr. Harris approached quietly.

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"You alright?"

"No," I whispered. "I'm not. But I'll be fine. Somehow."

He nodded, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"You're stronger than you think, Diana. And this farm? It's stronger, too. Don't give up just yet."

I looked at the barn, the animals, the smoldering remains of the farmhouse. Felicity wanted me gone, but this place was my heart.

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"I'm not leaving," I repeated, this time with more conviction.

"You can't stay here like this," Mr. Harris said gently. "I have a spare room at my place. You can stay there until you figure things out."

His kindness nearly broke me.

"Thank you, Jack."

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***

The weeks that followed were the hardest of my life. Every morning, I rose with the sun, my body aching from the previous day's hard work. The farm had become a battlefield, and I was its soldier.

I repaired fences that had nearly crumbled, tilled the soil, and planted crops with my own hands. The animals became my constant companions; they were my mornings, my afternoons, my nights. They looked to me for care, and in turn, they gave me purpose.

Mr. Harris, Jack, was always there, showing up with tools, advice, and sometimes just a kind word.

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"This fence again, huh?" he'd say with a grin, rolling up his sleeves to help.

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He taught me more than I could have learned from any book—how to read the land, listen to the animals, know when a storm was coming just by the feel of the air.

One evening, after a long day of work, we sat on the porch, the air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass.

"You've done good, Diana," Jack said, looking over the fields. "Your grandma would be proud."

I nodded, staring at the horizon.

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"I finally understand. Why she did what she did."

"She knew this place needed someone who'd love it as much as she did," Jack replied. "And that someone was always you."

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The farm became my world. It filled the void that my job and city life had left behind.

***

Finally, the day came for the second part of the will to be read. I walked into the lawyer's office, my hands clammy with nerves.

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Felicity was already there, looking smug and indifferent. Her husband sat beside her, tapping his foot impatiently. The room was tense.

The lawyer opened the sealed envelope, his eyes scanning the letter before he began to read aloud:

"My dear Felicity and Diana,

If you are hearing this, then the time has come for the farm to find its true guardian. Felicity, I know this may come as a surprise, but I always intended for the farm to belong to the one who truly cares for it..."

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"As far as I know, Diana has taken responsibility for managing the farm, so if no one objects..."

Felicity's face went pale. The lawyer didn’t get a chance to finish.

"This is ridiculous!" she exclaimed. "She burned down the house! She's a failure!"

Jack, who came with me, suddenly stood up. "I think it's time we tell the truth," he said, handing the lawyer a receipt.

"I saw Felicity near the farm on the day of the fire. She was seen purchasing gasoline from the local store that afternoon."

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"This evidence suggests otherwise, Ms. Felicity."

“Fine! That was me! Somebody had to help my sister move out.”

I watched as the truth came to light, piece by piece. Felicity had been so desperate to rid herself of me and sell the farm that she had resorted to arson.

"Diana, the farm is now officially yours," the lawyer finally said.

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***

I settled into my role as the farm's guardian. I cared for the land and the animals as Grandma had, feeling closer to her than ever. Her spirit lingered in every corner, in the fields, the barns, the wind that rustled the leaves.

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One evening, Jack asked me, "How about that dinner I promised you?"

"You know what, Jack? I think I finally have the time."

We made plans, and for the first time in months, I felt a flutter of excitement. The farm was my past, my present, and now, thanks to Jack, maybe my future held a bit of happiness too.

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