The dying grandmother’s words hung in the air, heavy with implications that the grandchild struggled to comprehend. He blinked, trying to process the enormity of her bequest. The farm, with its sprawling fields and sturdy barn, had always been the heart of their family’s legacy. But the staggering sum of money she mentioned was beyond anything he could have imagined.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he leaned closer to his grandmother, taking her frail hand in his own. “Grandma, you can’t be serious,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I couldn’t possibly accept all of this. It’s too much.”
His grandmother smiled weakly, her eyes twinkling with affection. “You deserve it, my dear,” she said softly. “You’ve always been the one who understood the land, who cherished its beauty and nurtured its bounty. I want you to have it all.”
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