At My Grandma’s Funeral, I Saw My Mom Hiding a Package in the Coffin
At my grandmother’s funeral, I noticed my mother slipping a small package into the coffin. Later, curiosity got the better of me, and I retrieved it. Inside, I found letters from Grandma, each one revealing a painful truth. She’d discovered my mother had been stealing small sums from her, driven by a gambling habit. The letters shifted from concern to heartbreak, and in her last one, she decided to leave everything to me.
Among the letters was a recent note from my mother to Grandma—written after her passing—boasting she’d manipulate me into handing over the inheritance. Realizing the depth of her deception, I confronted her over coffee, giving her one letter with a warning: if she tried to trick me, her secrets would come to light.
Some lies, I knew then, are destined to resurface.
