Everyone expected the inheritance to be simple — until our grandfather left a pen and a choice in my hands, the quiet youngest sibling. What came next turned our family gathering into a moment no one would forget.
I always knew my brothers didn’t really care about me. To them, I was just the awkward little sister who preferred books over parties, classrooms over clubs, and spending time with Grandpa Peter over hanging out with them.
When our grandpa’s will was read, that’s when I truly saw them for who they really were.
My two older brothers, Gareth and Dylan, had their own little world, one I was never invited into.
Not that I wanted to be.
Gareth was the oldest.
At 26, he was spoiled to the core and still lived like a teenager who thought life was just one big afterparty.
Every week, it was something with him, whether it was new shoes, a new girl, or a weekend road trip with money that wasn’t his.
I am sorry to say this, but he had zero ambition and was still unemployed.
And Dylan, well, he was 20, no better, and just a shadow of Gareth.
Wherever Gareth went, Dylan followed.
They shared everything, including clothes, opinions, bad habits, and especially their attitude toward me.
Dylan was, unfortunately, equally careless as our oldest sibling.
And me?
Well, I was the youngest at 18, and for as long as I could remember, I was the odd one out.
I didn’t fight for attention or talk back.
I was quiet — maybe too quiet.
But I had dreams. I wanted to become a teacher one day.
I worked hard in school, kept my grades up, and while my brothers laughed at the thought of me grading papers or reading essays, I held on to that dream.
It wasn’t glamorous, but it mattered to me.
Grandpa Peter was the only one who ever seemed to understand.
He used to say I had an old soul and that I reminded him of Grandma June.
I liked that.
I spent nearly every afternoon after school helping him at one of his little shops.
I’d spent most of my childhood at my grandpa’s shops because he’d been a small-business owner all his life.
On any given day, I could be found sweeping the floor, restocking shelves, helping unload stock, or learning how to speak kindly to customers.
I did whatever was needed because I loved him deeply and never once asked him for money or favors. He ran several little shops around town, and people respected him.
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