MY GRANDDAD ALWAYS FORBADE ME FROM TOUCHING HIS MATTRESS — AFTER HIS DEATH, I FINALLY LOOKED INSIDE.

MY GRANDDAD ALWAYS FORBADE ME FROM TOUCHING HIS MATTRESS — AFTER HIS DEATH, I FINALLY LOOKED INSIDE.

My grandfather passed away, and all he left me in his will was an old house. Now that he was gone, it was all I had of him. I missed the days when he was here.

This house held so many memories. After my parents died in a car accident when I was just four, Grandpa became my everything — my father, mother, and best friend. He understood me like no one else, and I loved every moment we spent together.

As I wandered through the house, lost in childhood memories, something clicked. "Grandpa's mattress!" I had always wondered why he never let anyone touch it. What had he been hiding?

Curiosity got the better of me, so I lifted the mattress. To my surprise, there was an old envelope tucked underneath. My heart raced as I opened it, revealing a diary, a few photographs, and some old newspaper clippings.

I flipped open the diary, and as I read the first few lines, my heart sank. "Oh my God!"👇

3 Inheritance Stories with Twists You Won't Expect

Sometimes, the most life-changing discoveries are hidden in the ordinary. In this compilation, families uncover secrets left behind by loved ones, revealing hidden truths about greed, love, and resilience.

We often think we know everything about our loved ones, but what happens when they leave behind a secret?

These stories will take you on a journey of surprising discoveries, involving a grandmother's worn-out sofa, a grandfather's old mattress, and even a collection of clocks. These seemingly unimportant items will change people's lives in unexpected ways.

1. 'There's Something Inside!' Boy Cries after Sitting on Old Sofa Late Granny Left Him

I sat on the worn-out sofa Granny had left me. The movers had just dropped it off, and it landed with a dull thud.

Dust filled the air as I ran my fingers over a dark stain I remembered causing when I spilled juice years ago. Granny hadn't cared about the stain. She only cared about refilling my drink.

"I'll miss you, Granny," I whispered.

Ronny, my dad, stood nearby, his arms crossed.

"Why mourn for someone who left you nothing but this junk?" he sneered.

"This isn't junk. It's a memory of her," I said firmly. "I can earn money someday, but I can't make more memories with Granny."

"The same Granny who gave you away to another family after your mom's death, yeah? She always wanted to take you away from me."

He was right. Granny did ask me to live with another family, but that's because she was worried about me.

"But those people aren't bad," I said. "They let me come stay here with you for the next few days because of Granny's funeral."

Dad scoffed and slumped into his armchair. As always, he didn't care about what I said in Granny's defense.

I sighed and sat on the sofa, but something hard jabbed into me.

"There's something inside!" I exclaimed.

But Dad didn't even look at me.

Curious, I removed the seat cushion and found a loose flap of fabric. Beneath it was a small, taped-up box with two words scrawled across it.

For Kevin.

I instantly recognized Granny's handwriting. My hands trembled as I opened it. Inside was a sealed envelope and a bundle of papers. I opened the envelope and unfolded the letter inside.

Dearest Kevin,

I'm sorry to pressure you while you're so young, but your well-being and your future depend on you making a smart choice now. You need to know that your father has his eyes on his share in the inheritance. I'll explain everything and then you must decide if he's worthy of your love.

I glanced at Dad as Granny's letter reminded me of what happened a few months ago.

A Few Months Ago…

I had just returned from school when I saw Granny standing at the doorstep of our cluttered apartment that Dad called home.

She was arguing with him regarding why he hadn't sent me to the soccer club.

"I send you money every month for his soccer club!" she said. "What have you been doing with it?"

Dad argued back, but whatever he said made Granny even more angry. She was super worried for me, and a few weeks later, she told me I'd be staying with her nurse, Denise.

Granny said Denise and her husband, Miguel, would take good care of me, and I'd still be able to see Dad. She told me they were super happy to adopt me.

And honestly, the arrangement wasn't bad. Denise and Miguel were so kind to me, and I even started attending a soccer club. Everything was going well, but I had no idea that Granny would soon pass away.

I returned my focus to Granny's letter.

...so I devised a means for you to uncover your father's true character.

The legal papers in this box outline an agreement that will allow Ronny to inherit all of my money on one condition: He must stay away from you. Give them to him and see what he does.

If he destroys the papers, then you know your father values you more than money, but if he takes them to a lawyer...well, you have a safe, loving home with Denise and Miguel.

I folded the letter and turned to Dad who was engrossed in watching his favorite show.

Should I really test him? I thought.

With a deep breath, I picked up the documents and showed them to him.

"Dad, I found this in Granny's old sofa," I said, handing him the documents. "I think they're for you."

His eyes lit up as he read them. Without hesitation, he grabbed his jacket and bolted for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, following him.

"Out. Grown-up stuff. Stay here," he muttered before rushing down the street. I trailed behind him until he entered a fancy building.

My heart sank when I read the sign that said, "Lawyer's Office."

Granny was right. Dad cared more about money than me.

I returned to his apartment and knocked on our kind neighbor, Tina's door. It wasn't long before she opened it.

An hour later, Denise and Miguel came to pick me up. And now, it's been three years since this happened, and my adoptive parents have been nothing but kind to me.

I was so lucky to have a grandmother like Granny who wanted nothing but the best for me

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I adored my grandma, Marlene, more than anything. Until a year ago, I'd lived with her, sharing her cozy little house filled with her collection of old clocks and stories. She was my safe haven and my biggest fan