Gerald Nizbit’s eyes widened as he read the contents of his mother’s will on his screen. He promptly picked up the phone, his voice firm and authoritative. “Helen, get me my lawyer, then Margaret Pratt, and finally, my mother.”
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erald’s assistant, Helen, knew her boss’s impatient nature and quickly made the calls. Meanwhile, Gerald shook his head, incredulous. How could his lawyer make such a mistake?
After speaking with his lawyer and Margaret Pratt, Gerald called his mother, Edith. “Mother, I need to tell you something,” he said abruptly. “You need to pack your bags and be ready to leave by 4 pm today.”
Edith was taken aback, wondering if Gerald was upset about the will. She had left her wealth to her two eldest children, but Gerald, her youngest and most supportive child, was to receive the old cabin by the lake, their grandfather’s war photos, and their father’s watch.
As Edith packed her bags, tears filled her eyes. Had she hurt her beloved son? She needed to explain.
When Gerald arrived, Edith tried to apologize, but he cut her off. “Mother, I don’t need explanations right now. Let’s go.” They drove in silence until Edith asked, “Where are we going, Gerald?” He ignored her, turning on the radio.
It wasn’t until they arrived at a small private airport that Gerald revealed their destination: Tahiti. Edith’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I thought you were kicking me out!” she exclaimed. Gerald smiled, his eyes shining with tears. “No such luck, Mother. I’m taking you on a two-week vacation. Your arthritis will benefit, and I need time with you.”
Edith hugged her son, tears of joy streaming down her face. Gerald had understood the true value of her gifts – the memories, not the money.
This heartwarming story teaches us valuable lessons. Don’t assume others’ motivations based on your own concerns. And remember, true value lies in what the heart treasures, not in price tags.
Gerald’s realization that his mother’s gifts were priceless brought them closer together. As they soaked up the sun in Tahiti, Edith knew her son would cherish the memories and mementos she had given him. And perhaps, soon, she’d have grandchildren to spoil.
