Deborah, a single mother, gave up everything to care for the woman who once cradled her through life’s storms—her grandmother, Tessa. With her two young children in tow, she moved into Tessa’s modest home, nursing her through her final days with quiet, steadfast love. While Deborah cooked, cleaned, and comforted, her own mother, Martha, was off sunbathing on a luxury cruise. Tessa was the only soul who had ever loved Deborah without condition—and she gave that love back tenfold.
When Tessa passed in Deborah’s arms, Martha returned with sharp heels and colder intentions. At the reading of the will, the house and all its belongings were signed over to Martha—except for one forgotten item. Deborah received only the old, threadbare couch that had once sat beneath the window where Tessa liked to read. Martha scoffed at the gift, calling it “junk,” while Deborah simply smiled, knowing love rarely comes wrapped in gold.