When Grandma passed away, my relatives rushed to her house, eager to see what she had left behind. I was the only one who took her loyal dog, Berta, home—choosing to honor Grandma’s memory instead of searching for valuables. While everyone waited anxiously for the lawyer, I stayed silent, holding on to the comfort Berta gave me. Caring for Grandma in her final months had shown me what mattered most to her, but I never imagined Berta carried a secret message meant only for me.
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