“Now I worry about what kind of person I leave behind.”
I asked what she meant.
She smiled.
“I’m changing the trust.”
I knew she was serious.
She didn’t give everything to charity.
She didn’t leave everything to me either.
Instead, she created a scholarship fund in Grandpa’s name.
e established a small fund for elderly people who had been financially exploited by relatives.
And she kept enough for herself.
Enough to travel.
Enough to garden.
Enough to live without asking anyone’s permission.
One spring morning, almost a year after the airport incident, a letter arrived.
It was from my father.
Grandma opened it at the kitchen table.
