“You wonder why, and where the money came from. The last chest has part of my truth. I love you.”
The final chest consumed me for days. When I finally cracked it, my hands trembled as I unfolded the letter.
“I built this farm with your grandmother because it was our dream. Along the way, I discovered woodworking—first toys, then puzzle boxes, eventually safes for collectors. That’s how I earned more than anyone guessed. Maybe it’s selfish, but I believe this life will be good for you. You don’t have to farm—you can write, you can dream. Let the quiet give you strength, as it gave me. I’ve made sure you’ll have enough. Whatever you choose, I’ll be loving you from the other side. Always, Grandpa.”Continue reading…
