When Grandma passed, I expected the farm would be mine, but it went to my cousin, Felicity, who saw only dollar signs. Instead, I received a cryptic letter and the right to stay on the farm, but it couldn’t be sold as long as I lived there. Grandma’s note hinted at a second part of the will, to be revealed in three months.

Felicity urged me to take the money and leave, but I refused. The farm was my home, filled with memories of Grandma. When a fire destroyed the farmhouse, Felicity saw an opportunity to sell. I was devastated, but Mr. Harris, a kind neighbor, offered me a place to stay.

I threw myself into the farm’s upkeep, learning from Mr. Harris and finding purpose in the daily chores. The animals became my companions, and I began to understand why Grandma had done things this way.

Three months later, the lawyer revealed the second part of the will: the farm would go to the one who truly cared for it. Felicity was furious, but Jack, who had become my friend, revealed evidence that Felicity had started the fire, trying to force me out. With the truth exposed, the farm was officially mine.

Settling into my role as the farm’s guardian, I felt closer to Grandma than ever. Jack, who had been by my side through it all, asked me out to dinner, and for the first time in months, I felt hopeful about the future.