On the full day of a year since I signed the debt papers, my father called me into the room and told me to sit down. He took out an A4 sheet of paper folded in half from the drawer and placed it neatly in front of me.
– Read it.
I opened… and stunned.
Not debt papers. It’s not a thank you note either. It was a will – which clearly stated that the entire 3-storey house in the middle of the street, and the land of more than 300m² in the center of the town, were left to me.
I looked up, and before I could say anything, my father smiled:
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