While My Family Fought Over Grandma’s Will, I Was the Only One Who Took Her Beloved Dog and Discovered the Secret She Left Behind — Story of the Day

“How is that possible?! We’re her family! Who will get the money and the house then?!” Mom shouted.

“I’m afraid I can’t share that information with you,” Mr. Johnson said. “Now, I must ask all of you to leave the house.”

But nobody moved.

“That old witch!” Uncle Jack shouted. “I knew our mother didn’t care about us, but not even a penny after she died?!”

“Don’t say that,” I said quickly. “Grandma cared about us. She worried about everyone, she just showed it in her own way.”

“Yeah, right,” Mom muttered. “She was a witch while she lived, and she’s still one now.”

At that moment, Berta barked loudly.

“Oh right, and what are we going to do with that dog?” Aunt Florence asked.

“Put her down,” Mom said coldly.

“I agree,” Uncle Jack said. “She’s as old as dirt anyway.”