So when we gathered for the reading of Grandpa Thomas’ will, everyone leaned in, their smiles wide with anticipation. It was held in his old lawyer, Winslow’s office. He was a gray-haired man who still typed on a clunky IBM keyboard.
There was tension in the air, like the room was holding its breath.
As Winslow called out each name, there were smug grins and even a few high-fives.
I’ll be the first to say it, my family is truly shameless.
Jenna, my cousin who once forgot Grandpa’s birthday three years in a row, burst into tears of joy! Imagine!
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