At the family meeting after Grandma’s funeral, the lawyer announced her will. My cousins cheered when they got the house and car. Then came my turn: “To my dear granddaughter, I leave my blue floral sofa.” The room erupted in laughter.
That sofa had seen better days – the fabric was faded and springs were poking through. But I remembered all the afternoons spent cuddled there with Grandma, so I decided to have it restored rather than throw it out.
The furniture repair shop owner took one look and tried to talk me out of it. “This is beyond repair,” he said. “You’d be wasting your money.” But something told me to insist.
When he called me back to the shop, his hands were trembling. He’d discovered something incredible – Grandma had hidden her life savings inside that sofa! Nearly $350,000 in cash and gold coins were stuffed between the cushions.
While everyone else got flashy inheritances, Grandma gave me what really mattered. Now I understand why she always said, “Don’t judge by appearances.” That battered old sofa held more value than anyone could have imagined.
