I Paid for a Struggling Grandma at the Grocery Store – Three Days Later, the Clerk Came to My Door with Her Final Request

My children are interested in my money, not me. I decided I would rather leave what I have to someone with a good heart.

By the time I finished, my eyes burned.

You may think you did a small thing. To me, it was not small.

My last request is simple: take care of your children. And when you are able, help someone else in need, fully and selflessly, as you helped me.

I read it again and again. Then I looked at the papers. Legal documents. My name jumped out at me.

“She left me… her house?” I said, voice small.

“I barely knew her,” I added.

“And her savings,” Ethan said gently. “It’s not a mansion, but it’s enough to matter. Enough to change things.”

“Why me?” I whispered.

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