Grandma’s Will Left Me Nothing Until I Discovered Her Secret Plan — Story of the Day

When Grandma passed, I thought the farm would be mine. Instead, it went to my cousin, Felicity, who only sees dollar signs. All I got was a cryptic letter and the chance to stay on the farm—for now. But there’s more to this than it seems, and I’m about to uncover the truth, no matter what it takes.

The lawyer’s voice faded as he finished reading the will. I felt a heavy, cold grip on my chest. The farm, the heart and soul of our family, was now Felicity’s.

My cousin, Felicity, never spent more than a weekend here.

How many mornings did I rise before dawn to help Grandma with the animals or plants?

How many long days did I spend in the fields, the sun burning my skin, while Felicity used the farm as nothing more than a picturesque background for her social media?

“Are you okay, Diana?” the lawyer asked gently, breaking the silence.

He handed me a letter, and my hands shook as I opened it.

Grandma’s handwriting danced before my eyes:

“My dearest Diana,

If you are reading this, the time has come for a choice. I know you love this farm, and it has been a part of you as much as it was a part of me. But I needed to be sure that it’s true caretaker would emerge. I have left the farm to Felicity, but I have also granted you the right to live here for as long as you wish.

As long as you remain on the farm, it cannot be sold. Please be patient, my dear. The second part of my will shall be revealed in three months.

Love,

Grandma”

Why didn’t she leave the farm to me outright?

Didn’t she trust me?