Father Leaves Old Farm to His Children, but Only the Youngest Understands the Treasure She Has Received – Story of the Day

Being a mother of two, Grace was never able to make time to visit her father’s farm because of her daily schedule. She reasoned that she would have time later to meet him, provide a hand on the farm, and have those lengthy conversations. But when she discovered her father was dead and that all that was left was his old property, her ambitions were dashed.

Grace read aloud to her kids from their favorite bedtime story while sitting next to their beds in a calm and calming tone. Nancy and Roy were curled up between the covers, their heads tucked into their pillows as her words grew more intense.

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Grace loved these quiet, serene times most of all; these were moments when everything felt just right. This darkly lighted room, in contrast to the frenetic outside world, was peaceful.

Grace noticed that both of the kids had fallen asleep as she was saying her final words.

Her mouth’s corners lifted slightly as she grinned to herself. She closed the book carefully, trying not to let out a sound that would wake them.

She bent down and kissed Roy’s and Nancy’s foreheads tenderly, taking a minute to observe their gentle respiration. She knew that even though they were fast sleeping, they felt safe and warm in her presence.

She opened the door slightly before she left, allowing a tiny bit of hallway light to come in and reassure Roy, who was always a little afraid of the dark.

With her heart still full of the joy of the evening ritual, Grace left the room. But she knew as soon as she entered the kitchen that something wasn’t right.

Kirk, her spouse, was positioned at the kitchen table, firmly holding his phone. His face was pallid, and Grace felt her chest constrict as soon as their eyes locked.

Whatever news he had, she could tell by the look in his eyes that it wasn’t good.

“Kirk, what is it?” Her voice quivered a little as her thoughts whirled with potential answers.

Kirk moved in her direction, his face displaying deep sorrow. Gently, “Grace,” he said, extending his hand to take hers. “I truly apologize. It’s your dad. John departed from this life.”

Grace’s heart stopped. It felt as though time had stopped and the world around her was slowing down.

Her breathing tightened, and an intense wave of agony overcame her as the words began to sink in.

Tears filled her eyes, and she felt her legs buckle, and then she was falling into Kirk’s arms. Her body shook as she sobbed, her anguish taking over her whole being.

She lamented, “I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” as she buried her face in Kirk’s chest, her voice scarcely audible.

He encircled her with his arms, attempting to give her the support she needed at that very time. However, nothing could ever ease the pain of losing her father.

The air was thicker and the room felt emptier now. Grace hugged her husband tightly, as if the earth had lifted from under her.

Grace and Kirk drove silently toward her father’s farm the following day. Grace hardly noticed the familiar countryside as it whizzed by. The remorse that she was unable to overcome made her heart feel heavy.

It had been a while since she’d paid proper visits to her father’s farm. Her distance had been caused by her city life, parenting two small children, and juggling everything. It was too late to turn back the clock now.

Every mile that passed before they reached the location of so many of her early memories was tinged with melancholy.

Kirk reached out and squeezed her hand, knowing her discomfort. “Grace, you always took good care of your dad,” he added softly. When you could, you paid a visit. Your father recognized that raising two children is no easy feat.”

She nodded, attempting to find solace in his words, but the guilt remained. Her gut clenched as she saw the farmhouse.

With its recognizable vast meadows and worn timber, the location hadn’t altered much.

But now that her father was gone, it seemed different. It appeared as though the farm’s center had been removed, leaving just an empty shell.

Grace noticed her brother Mitchell leaning against his opulent, elegant Mercedes and talking into his Bluetooth headset like he was conducting business as they arrived at the house.

Even on this day, the day of their father’s will reading, Mitchell still gave the impression that his job came before his family.

Wearing a sharp suit that didn’t seem appropriate for the rural location, he spoke into a headset while glancing over papers with his eyes.

Grace approached him after getting out of the vehicle. He cut off his call long enough to give her a firm embrace.

The siblings had never been close, and this kind of situation served to highlight how far apart they were.

Harry, the attorney for their father, emerged from the house a little while later and gestured for them to enter.

Breathing deeply, Grace prepared herself for what lay ahead.

Her heart hurt when they saw her father’s favorite chair and smelled the familiar old wood of the home. She blinking back tears, memories of sitting in that same chair as a young child flooding her head.

Tom, with his shirt partially undone and his hair disheveled, stormed into the room just as they were about to begin the will reading.

It appeared as if he had run there, just arriving in time. Grace wasn’t shocked; Tom had always been the sort to get into things at the last minute and plan nothing.

Tom said, “Sorry I’m late,” and grinned sheepishly as he grabbed a seat.

The crowd exploded in indignation as Harry started reading the will and declared that all of John’s money was to be donated to charity. Mitchell’s cheeks flushed scarlet, and Tom’s expression softened too.

“Charity?” Mitchell stammered. “And what about the farm?”

All that was left, Harry explained calmly, was the farm and a tiny fund for anyone who wished to preserve it. If no one did, a $10,000 payment would be made to each sibling and the property would also be gifted.

Tom and Mitchell shot each other a short glance, mocking the notion of holding onto the farm. It was out of date, a burden, and not worth their time, in their opinion. Eager to avoid the burden, they agreed to accept the settlement right away.

Grace, though, said nothing. She knew deep down that they would never be able to part with the property that had meant so much to their father.

To her, it was more than simply a piece of land; it represented her family and her father’s legacy. She could still visualize dad working the earth with his hands in the fields, instilling in her the virtue of perseverance and hard labor.

Grace firmly shook her head at Mitchell and Tom’s offer to divide the money if she agreed to sell.

“Dad cherished this location,” she muttered. “I can’t just sell it.”

Her brothers were obviously annoyed by her emotion as they rolled their eyes. Although it was merely an old piece of land to them, Grace valued it far more.

Mitchell and Tom huffed and complained for a few more moments before giving up and leaving her alone.

Harry gave her a short folded paper and the deed to the farm. “What’s this?” Grace raised the paper in question.

Harry clarified, “It’s part of your father’s will.” “If someone chooses to keep the farm, they receive this note.”

Unsure of their meaning, Grace took a quick look at the numbers printed on the paper. Her brothers gave it a disinterested laugh and walked away without thinking about it.

Grace stood there feeling the burden of the farm pressing down on her as they drove away. Now that it was hers, she didn’t know what to do with it.

Grace stayed behind to tend to the animals and tidy the ancient farmhouse after her brothers departed.

Although Kirk had desired for her to go back to the city with him and the children, she required some alone time to consider her options.

The farm was too much, but her heart hurt every time she considered selling it. She recalled learning about the land, feeding the animals, and working with her father on the farm when she was younger. Although it required a lot of labor, the rewards were constant.

Grace discovered an odd object while organizing her father’s old study: a safe concealed behind an antique bookshelf. She had never before seen it.

She tried to open it out of curiosity but discovered it was locked. She then recalled the note Harry had given her containing the numbers.

She pressed the numbers into the safe’s lock while holding her breath. The door clicked open, displaying a note, some gold, and a little pile of jewels.

As Grace opened the letter and started reading her father’s words, her hands trembled.

The note said, “I wanted to leave this as a reminder of what this place meant to me for whoever keeps the farm.” Although the farm has always been my greatest treasure, I wanted to give you something extra to ensure that you never regret choosing to preserve it.”

He had always valued family and hard work, and now, with his letter, he had given her a tangible gift as well as a reminder of what was really important.

Grace sat with Kirk a week later and went over what she had discovered.

She eventually convinced him to transfer the family to the property, albeit it took some time.

She told him, “This is where I’m supposed to be.” “The treasure isn’t the main focus. Honoring Dad and the life he created here is the goal.”

After they moved home, Grace knew she had made the correct decision as she worked the land while her kids played in the fields and Kirk supported her.

She was never sorry to keep the farm; it was more than just a piece of land. It was a legacy from her father. Ultimately, only she realized the genuine value of what she had acquired.

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