They Laughed When My Grandmother Left Me Five Rusty Clocks—Until I Opened the Envelope…

The lawyer opened a thick folder.

He cleared his throat and began listing names, assets, amounts.

“To my son and his family, I leave my savings accounts, totaling…”
“To my grandson, I leave the lake house…”
“To my granddaughter-in-law, I leave the jewelry collection…”

On and on it went.

Everyone received something. Everyone… except me.

I felt my stomach twist. I stared down at my hands, trying to blink away the heat behind my eyes. Was I really so forgettable? Had I truly meant so little?

Then the lawyer paused.Continue reading…