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Busy. Always busy.
Too busy for the woman who’d stayed up all night when they were sick, who’d sewn their Halloween costumes by hand, who’d taught them how to bake bread and change a tire and believe in themselves.
But I am human, and humans have their limits.
So, I decided to teach them a lesson.
Not by yelling or scolding or guilt-tripping them.
I had a plan to let them teach themselves through their own greed.
One Sunday afternoon, I sat at my kitchen table with a cup of tea and a notebook.
The house was so quiet I could hear the clock ticking on the wall.
I wrote out my plan carefully, thinking through every detail.
I would promise each grandchild a $2 million inheritance, but only if they proved one thing.
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