Dad’s message
When my sister finished reading, I could only nod. I understood Dad’s message clearly. The storage unit, the furniture—it was all part of a larger plan to teach us what truly mattered. My siblings looked at me, jealousy flashing in their eyes, but I felt a sense of gratitude. This was more than wealth; it was a lesson Dad had left behind for me alone to understand.
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