I didn’t tell my family. Instead, I visited Grandma’s old garden, now mine, and sat beneath her favorite apple tree. The scent of earth and memories wrapped around me like her hug. There was no resentment — only peace.
Today, I run a community garden with her gift. Children plant seeds, elders share stories, and busy parents find moments of calm. My plants still surround me — but so do people, laughter, and love. I didn’t just inherit money. I inherited faith. And I’m not alone — I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
