Linda received her grandmother’s antique clocks while her covetous brother inherited the house, only to find out her share was worth nearly $200K

A greedy brother inherits a house and mocks his younger sister, who only gets five rusty old clocks from their late grandmother. Little did they know about what was hidden in those timepieces.

“Oh, so grandma called you as well?! I thought you’d be busy in the library…like a good little bookworm!” 26-year-old Brian scoffed at his younger sister Linda, 19.

She had just stepped down from the taxi. Fear filled her eyes as her heart told her: “Nothing will happen to grandma. She’ll be fine. She’ll live for a hundred years more.”

Brian and Linda had come to visit their 90-year-old granny Marlene. She had requested them to see her urgently.

“Sweethearts, I wish to see you one last time. I might not get another chance again,” Marlene had painfully told them on the call two days ago…

As Linda entered her grandma’s bedroom, she coughed, noticing that it was pretty dusty. Marlene was too old and sick to do things on her own. She hadn’t swept the floor, and Linda saw the ceiling was moldy due to leakage.

Linda opened the clock, and what she found inside would go on to change her life.
“Grandma!!” she ran and hugged Marlene, who was in bed. “Nothing will happen to you, grandma. Please don’t worry. God will not take you away from us because you are all that we have.”

Until a year ago, Linda lived with Marlene. She took good care of her and helped her a lot. She was even ready to turn down a life-changing scholarship but moved to the city to pursue her degree upon Marlene’s insistence.

Brian entered the room, coughing and grinning. “Damn…I’m allergic to dust! Grandma, didn’t you sweep and dust your room?”

He came closer and saw his grandma was sick and skinny. But he was least bothered and stood there, waiting to know why she had called them.

Marlene stared into Brian’s eyes as she clasped Linda’s shivering hands. The girl was pained to see her grandma so pale and her eyes lacking that once beautiful spark. They looked lifeless.

Marlene smiled, getting up gently, and took two envelopes from under her pillow. “Sweethearts, this is for you,” she said. “Please use it wisely. I called to give it to you.”

Brian and Linda opened the envelopes and found a wad of $5,000 in each.

Linda could not hold back her tears and ran out crying.

Meanwhile, Brian frowned. “Only this much? I thought you had more to spare. Fine, I have to go now.” He turned his back on Marlene and walked away without even thanking her.

The next day, Marlene was in for a surprise.

“Good morning, grandma!” Marlene heard Linda in her bedroom. She didn’t expect her to return.

She awakened as the girl undrew the curtains, shafts of beams lighting up the dark, dusty bedroom.

She was surprised to see Linda. She had thought the girl had left for the city where she studied and was a part-time librarian.

Linda walked over to Marlene with the envelope she had given her the previous day.

“I added the $4,000 I’d saved over the year. Grandma, remember you told me about your poor vision? I now have $9,000. We can now pay for your eye surgery.”

Marlene rose from her bed. She hugged Linda, tears streaking her face. “I knew you better, darling! But it’s too late for the surgery. I can sense my death nearing. I don’t want to waste this money when it can be used for something better.”

Linda wiped away Marlene’s tears and said she would live with her.

“I’ve taken a month off. I’m not going anywhere until I see that golden smile on your face, grandma.”

And Linda knew what she had to do to restore Marlene’s smile.

Having Linda around was of great help to Marlene. She didn’t have to worry about cooking for herself.

There were days when Marlene would eat stale bread for dinner when she never felt like making herself a nice meal. But after Linda came, she started feeling on her feet again. Marlene had never felt so relaxed and happy before.

One day, she heard strangers’ voices outside her bedroom and went out to check. She was surprised. Linda had spent the $9,000 on renovating the house and fixing the leakage.

“I knew you wanted to repair grandpa’s treasured house for a long time. Are you happy now, grandma?! I renovated it so that you see the beautiful house you once lived in with grandpa. Do you like it?”

Marlene was speechless. She walked to Linda as fast as her fragile legs could carry her and hugged her. Marlene had never cried like she wept on Linda’s shoulders that day.

Marlene often made a wish. “I want to die when I’m the happiest on earth!” A week later, her wish was fulfilled. Marlene died in her sleep, leaving Linda with more than a broken heart.

A couple of days after the funeral, Linda and Brian were called to the lawyer’s office regarding the late Marlene’s will they never knew about.

When they got there, they were told about another surprise inheritance.

“Mr. White, according to your grandma’s will, you’ll be getting her house. Here are the papers. Please sign them.”

Linda was startled. She was not jealous of her older brother, but it worried her because she had renovated the house, and Brian got it when he least deserved it.

“And Miss Linda, this is yours,” the lawyer said, pushing forward a box toward Linda.

“What is this?” she exclaimed and opened the box. She found five old vintage clocks inside. Brian burst into laughter and began mocking her.

“That’s hella insane and cheap!! Grandma left her house to me. She knew who deserved the best. You can decorate your rented apartment with these rusty clocks and cry over it, sis. Luck does not favor everyone!”

Distraught, Linda left for the city, taking the clocks with her. She never bothered to check them thoroughly until one day when she noticed an engraving on one of them.

“OPEN IT!” was etched in a beautiful cursive font on the metal.

Curious, Linda opened the clock, and what she found inside would go on to change her life.

“A note?” she exclaimed and picked a little scroll from the clock’s interior. She unfolded it and sat back, stunned.

“Never underestimate these rusty, old watches! They are 100-year-old classic timepieces that belonged to my grandfather. And they are crafted from rare, exquisite metal! Each piece is worth $40,000, my dear!” began the note.

Linda’s eyes filled with tears of joy as she read further.

“Everyone gets what they truly deserve, Linda! I’m glad you got only the best. With Love, Granny Marlene.”

Linda burst into tears as she held the vintage clocks close to her heart. They still functioned, and she could hear them tick close to her heartbeat. It felt as though her granny had not gone anywhere.

Linda chose not to disclose this to her brother.

“He is blinded by greed and thinks he got the best from grandma. Let him live with that assumption. Granny knew who deserved the best and I needn’t prove it to him!” she thought and kept the rare timepieces locked in her drawer.

What can we learn from the story?

Everyone gets what they truly deserve. Brian mocked Linda when she inherited only five old clocks from their grandmother. Little did he know that she had actually gotten what she truly deserved because each piece was worth over $40,000.
Love and accept your elders for who they are. You will be loved back a hundredfold. Linda loved her grandma unconditionally and cared for her without expecting anything in return. Ultimately, she inherited a surprise $200K worth of legacy after her granny’s death.

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I Bought a $20 Couch at a Garage Sale, and It Changed My Life in a Day

When Joshua buys an old couch at a garage sale, he’s expecting nothing more than a cheap addition to his garage. But when his dog uncovers a hidden package in the couch, his life takes a dramatic turn…

A couple of weeks ago, I decided my garage needed a bit of sprucing up. I’d been turning it into a cozy guest room, nothing extravagant, just a spot for family or friends to crash.

All I needed was a cheap couch, something sturdy, functional, and, ideally, dirt cheap.

The interior of a garage | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a garage | Source: Midjourney

That’s how I ended up at a garage sale on a quiet Saturday morning.

The couch caught my eye immediately. It had faded floral upholstery, scuffed wooden legs, and the faint smell of lavender. It was perfect.

The seller, a tired-looking woman in her early forties, smiled as I approached.

A couch at a garage sale | Source: Midjourney

A couch at a garage sale | Source: Midjourney

“You’ve got a good eye,” she said. “I’m Kristen. This belonged to my mom. She adored this old thing. I don’t know where she got it from, but it’s been around my entire life.”

“I’m Joshua. It’s got character,” I replied, running my hand over the worn fabric. “How much are you asking for it?”

“Twenty bucks,” she said quickly. “We’re clearing out her house. She passed away six months ago.”

A tired older woman | Source: Midjourney

A tired older woman | Source: Midjourney

Her voice softened as she looked over at the house.

“It’s been hard, but we need the money for my daughter’s treatments. She’s been unwell for a while now, leukemia. We’re going to miss the garden here.”

I nodded, suddenly unsure of what to say.

A man at a garage sale | Source: Midjourney

A man at a garage sale | Source: Midjourney

“You know what, Kristen, I’ll take it.”

She waved over her teenage son to help load it onto my truck, and as I drove away, I couldn’t help but think I’d scored a great deal. Sure, it was just an old couch that needed a re-upholstery soon, but $20 was something.

But…I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

A couch on the back of a pick-up truck | Source: Midjourney

A couch on the back of a pick-up truck | Source: Midjourney

The moment I set the couch in the garage, my dog, Wasabi, lost his mind. He barked like a lunatic, darting around the room before zeroing in on one specific spot on the couch.

“What’s gotten into you?” I laughed, watching as he scratched at the fabric with wild determination.

Wasabi wasn’t letting up. He was practically digging into the couch with his tiny paws, and that’s when it hit me: stories about people finding hidden treasures in old furniture.

A dog sitting outside | Source: Midjourney

A dog sitting outside | Source: Midjourney

Could it really happen to me?

“Alright, alright,” I muttered, grabbing a knife. “Let’s see what’s got you so worked up.”

I made a small cut in the area Wasabi had been attacking, my hands trembling as I peeled back the fabric.

And there it was.

Bundles of cash.

A package of cash | Source: Midjourney

A package of cash | Source: Midjourney

“Holy…” I whispered, staring at the wads of bills stuffed inside the couch. My heart raced as I pulled out stack after stack, laying them on the floor.

By the time I was done, there was over $20,000 sitting in front of me.

Wasabi barked triumphantly, wagging his tail like he’d just won the lottery.

“Good job, buddy,” I said, ruffling his fur.

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A barking dog | Source: Midjourney

For a moment, I just stared at the money, my mind spinning. This could change everything.

Like everything.

Bills, savings, maybe even a dream vacation, every scenario ran through my head. But then I thought about the woman at the garage sale. Her daughter. The treatments.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

This wasn’t my money to use. This wasn’t my money to spend.

I drove back to the garage sale, the cash stuffed in my gym bag on the passenger seat. Kristen looked surprised to see me again.

“Hi! Do you remember me? I bought the couch earlier,” I said, trying to sound casual.

A bag on a car seat | Source: Midjourney

A bag on a car seat | Source: Midjourney

“Is there something wrong with it?” she asked, tilting her head.

“No, nothing at all,” I said. “I was just curious about it. Who did the couch belong to?”

Her expression softened.

“It was my mom’s, Joshua,” she said, remembering my name. “Like the house, she had it for decades. We found so many family photos with that couch in the background. Letting it go was hard, but we need the money, you know? My daughter’s very sick, I think I told you?”

A sick teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A sick teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

I nodded.

“Anyway, it was either this or sell the house.”

I shifted on my feet, uneasy.

“Your mom never mentioned saving money, did she?” I asked.

Kristen hesitated, then nodded.

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The exterior of a house | Source: Midjourney

“Actually, she did. She said she’d hidden some savings, but she couldn’t remember where. We searched everywhere. And I mean everywhere. All the drawers, closets, under floorboards, but never found anything. Why do you ask?”

“I… I think I know what happened to it,” I said carefully. “Can we talk privately?”

“Come to the kitchen,” she said. “Let’s have a glass of lemonade.”

An empty chest of drawers | Source: Midjourney

An empty chest of drawers | Source: Midjourney

In her kitchen, I placed the bag onto the table, while Kristen set a glass of lemonade down.

“Kristen, I found this inside the couch,” I said, unzipping the bag.

She peered inside and gasped.

“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

A glass of lemonade on a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney

A glass of lemonade on a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney

“Is this… Is this… Mom’s?”

“I think it’s the money your mom mentioned. I can’t keep it. It belongs to you and your child for her treatment.”

Her hands flew to her mouth as the first tear slipped down her cheek.

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A woman in a kitchen with her hand on her mouth | Source: Midjourney

“This can pay for her treatment,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’ve saved her life. Mackenzie can… Mackenzie can get better. Thank you… thank you so much.”

She reached for my hands, squeezing them tightly.

“Joshua, please, let me take a picture of you. I want to remember this moment forever.”

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

“Sure, I guess,” I said, smiling faintly.

She snapped a photo, her hands still shaking.

“You have no idea how much this means to us. Thank you.”

When I got home, I found my fiancée in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables to add to the roast chicken she was preparing. I told her everything.

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A tray of food | Source: Midjourney

She listened, her expression a mix of disbelief and pride.

“You did the right thing,” Nicole said, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m so proud of you.”

The next morning, Kristen shared the entire story on social media. She described how a stranger had returned her late mother’s hidden savings, ensuring her daughter could get the care she needed.

The post went viral quickly.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney

Within hours, the comments and shares exploded. Local news outlets picked it up, and people from across the country were calling me a hero.

It felt surreal.

Then, the ripple effects began.

A few days later, I got a knock on my door. A lawyer handed me a check for $20,000 from an anonymous donor who’d been moved by the story.

A new reporter at a studio | Source: Midjourney

A new reporter at a studio | Source: Midjourney

“You gave it up willingly,” she said. “So, here you go. Use it wisely.”

A few days later at work, my boss called me into his office. He’d seen the post too.

“I wish we had more people like you on the team,” he said. “We need leaders with your integrity, Josh.”

By the end of the meeting, I had a promotion and a raise.

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

But the moment that hit me the hardest came weeks later. I received a card in the mail from Kristen. Inside was a photo of Mackenzie smiling.

Because of you, my child gets to have a future. Endless appreciation for you, Josh.

That $20 couch didn’t just change my life. It reminded me of the kind of person I want to be: someone my kids can look up to, someone who does the right thing.

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

Every time I sat on the couch in the garage, usually with Wasabi curled up beside me, I knew I made the right choice.

A month later, Nicole and I sat together on the couch in the garage, a large bowl of popcorn and a sprawled Wasabi between us. The black-and-white movie I’d picked was playing in the background, but neither of us were really watching it.

My mind kept drifting back to Kristen’s card and the picture of her daughter.

A dog sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A dog sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“I still can’t believe this all started with the couch,” I said, running my fingers along the couch.

Nicole turned to me, her face glowing in the dim light.

“I can,” she said softly.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

“This is who you are, Josh,” she said. “You’ve always put others first. When we met it was us volunteering as elves for the orphanage’s Christmas party. Remember how you stayed late that one time at the senior citizens’ home? To build a second wheelchair ramp?”

“That was different,” I said, shrugging.

A wheelchair ramp | Source: Midjourney

A wheelchair ramp | Source: Midjourney

“No, it wasn’t,” she insisted. “It’s who you are. You see people or animals… and they need help. And you just do the right thing without thinking about it. It’s what I love most about you.”

Her words hit me hard, and for a moment, I couldn’t say anything. I reached for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers.

“Now, we have a wedding to plan.”

A smiling bride | Source: Midjourney

A smiling bride | Source: Midjourney

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Twenty years ago, a stormy night and a split-second decision to help a stranger changed both their lives forever. Celia offered James, a man at rock bottom, a warm meal, dry clothes, and hope when he needed it most. She never expected to see him again. But when James knocks on her door decades later… everything changes.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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