I Always Thought My Grandpa Was a Simple Farmer, Until I Found What He Hid in the Barn!

“Lily,” the note read, “I hope it’s you reading this. Good work. Here’s your reward. Keep going.”

Tears blurred my vision. His voice felt alive in those words. There were four more chests in the barn, each numbered, each locked with a puzzle. I couldn’t stop now.

The second chest held another check and a note explaining that all the toys we’d ever received were his own handiwork. The third chest was filled with letters—love notes between him and my grandmother, full of dreams, struggles, and devotion. I read them by lantern light, weeping. Their love was etched into every board of that farmhouse.

The fourth chest nearly broke me. After hours of frustration, I solved it. Inside was another check and a letter hinting at a secret life.Continue reading…