My Daughter Reacted Strongly When I Refused To Give Her The Money From Selling My Farm. My Older Son Took Her Side And Crossed A Line. Twenty Minutes Later, Both Of Them Regretted What They’d Done.

I received an unexpected visit from a very well-dressed man in a gray suit and a red tie who introduced himself as a representative of a construction company. He explained that they were interested in buying my property to develop a housing project. And when he mentioned the figure they were willing to pay, I almost fainted right there.

$180,000. Never in my life had I heard such a large amount of money directed toward me. The man told me that the location of my property was perfect for building a modern residential area and that they were willing to pay that price without haggling, as long as I was willing to sign the papers in the coming weeks.

For days I couldn’t sleep thinking about that offer. I would get up in the pre-dawn hours and walk around the farm, remembering all the happy moments I had lived there with Edward, but also thinking about all the possibilities that money could bring to my life. I could fix my little house, buy new clothes, travel to see my grandchildren who live far away, and above all, have the financial peace of mind I had never had in my 64 years of life.

Finally, after much reflection—and even dreaming of Edward asking me to be happy—I made the hardest decision of my life. I sold the farm. The paperwork was surprisingly fast, and in less than one month, I had an amount of money in my bank account that I never thought I would possess.

The first thing I did after receiving the money was remain in absolute silence. I didn’t tell anyone, not even my neighbor Grace, who had always been like a sister to me and who knew all my secrets. Something inside me told me I should keep this information private until I decided exactly what to do with such a fortune.

I kept the sales documents in a metal box that I have under my bed, along with the few pieces of jewelry my mother had left me. For the first two weeks after the sale, my life continued exactly the same. I woke up at 5:30, made my coffee, fed my chickens, and continued my usual routine.

The only difference was that now, when I sat on the porch in the afternoons, a secret smile would appear on my face as I thought about all the wonderful things I could do with that money. I had started making a mental list of my priorities. First, I wanted to completely fix my little house: change the roof that leaked during the rains, paint the walls that were faded, install a new bathroom because mine was more than 20 years old, and buy a modern stove to replace the old one that sometimes didn’t light well.

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