My dear Andrei,
If you are reading this letter, it means you trusted me, even after death. Thank you for not giving up on the sofa, that place where we shared stories and where our souls were intertwined forever.
I know others will think I had nothing to leave you, but the truth is that my wealth was never in banks or accounts, but hidden in what I loved most — memories and love.
In the envelope in the box, you will find the property deeds for the house in Sinaia and a small box of family jewelry. I kept them for you because you were the one who loved me unconditionally, not for what I could offer you, but for who I was.
I know you have always dreamed of an art gallery. Well, the house is big enough to become one. You have space, natural light, and stories in the walls. Use everything wisely and never forget where you come from.
I laid the letter down, tears in my eyes. My father looked at me in disbelief, unable to say a word. He never understood the bond between me and my grandmother. For him, it was all about money. For me, it was about soul.
I took the box, kept everything inside, and boarded the train to Sinaia that very evening. On the way, I looked at the mountains and forests, remembering how my grandmother told me stories of giants, dragons, and unicorns, believing with all my heart that the world was full of magic.
When I arrived, I found the house covered in leaves, with closed shutters, but intact. I opened the door and felt her scent, of lavender and sweet bread. On the wall was a photograph of the two of us, and underneath, a note: “For Andrei, when he is ready.”
At that moment, I knew she had not truly died. She lived in every corner of the house, in every page of the story, in every breath of the fir trees. I renovated the house, displayed my first paintings, and the world began to come. First the neighbors, then tourists, then artists.
An elderly woman, with a white scarf, once stopped in front of a painting and said, “Here you can feel a grandmother’s love. A love that never dies.”
I smiled. And I knew that my grandmother had been richer than anyone. And now, so was I.
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