When I was 17, my grandpa passed away. I remember coming home from school and sitting down with my mom, who told me the news. He was 82 and passed peacefully. Grandpa had a passion for vintage cars, and I spent many weekends with him, helping him work on his prized Chevy. It sparked my love for engineering, which led me to pursue a career as an engineer.
After his death, I learned that Grandpa left me the Chevy, but my mom decided to sell it instead. I was devastated, feeling her decision was disrespectful to Grandpa’s memory. Despite her refusal to change her mind, I worked hard, got my license, and built up savings. Ten years later, at 27, I tracked down the car’s new owner, Mike, and managed to buy it back for $80,000.
When I got the car, I found an envelope from Grandpa hidden in the ashtray. The note revealed a shocking truth: my mom wasn’t his biological daughter, and he had always considered me his true family. It was an emotional moment, but I felt deeply loved by Grandpa. As I finished reading, I found a gem hidden in the envelope with a note: “I had no doubt you’d find the candy.”
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