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

“He works at the grocery store. Remember the grandma I told you I helped? The one people were mean to?”

“The bread grandma?” Emma asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Her name was Mrs. Hargrove.”

“Is she okay?” Max asked.

I swallowed.

“She passed away,” I said softly. “But she left us a letter.

And… something else.”

“What?” Josh asked, eyes wide.

I looked at Ethan. He nodded.

“She left us her house,” I said. “And some money.”

Their jaws dropped.

“A house?” Emma squeaked.

“Like… a real house?”

“A real house,” I said. “We’re not suddenly rich. I still have to work.

But it means we’re not always one bill away from disaster.”

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