My mom, who just passed away, left her entire $5 million fortune to my greedy brother and aunts. I got just an envelope. I had been her caregiver through every sleepless night and doctor’s visit, while they only came around when they needed money.
Sitting in the lawyer’s office, I felt invisible as he read the will. My relatives grinned, already imagining how they’d spend their shares.
Then, the lawyer handed me a small envelope and said gently, “Your mother loved you more than anyone.” Inside, there was only an address and a single key.
Driven by a mix of curiosity and sorrow, I found myself at the address later that day. It brought me to a quiet cottage tucked at the edge of a hill, surrounded by untamed wildflowers. As I opened the door, the familiar scent of lavender—my mother’s favorite—filled the space.
On the table lay a handwritten letter. In it, she shared that while many had been interested in her wealth, I had always cared for her deeply. She revealed that this cottage was her true treasure, the place where she had found peace and hoped I would find a new beginning. At the end of the letter, she had written, “Look in the garden.”
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