When my grandmother passed away, I walked into the will reading expecting a simple, fair division of her modest belongings.
She had always lived a quiet life — baking pies, remembering every birthday,
and spending her afternoons with her loyal dog, Bailey.
My cousin Zack, on the other hand, showed up acting as if he already owned everything. Despite barely visiting her,
he looked completely sure he’d inherit the most. And he was right — when the lawyer announced Zack would receive
100,000, her jewelry, and the proceeds from selling her house, he looked triumphant.
Then the lawyer turned to me… and said my grandmother
had left me only one thing: Bailey — the dog she loved more than anything.
