When our parents passed away, their legacy included properties for their sons to divide, with their childhood home holding a special place in their hearts. Aaron, eager to sell it, clashed with Ian, who felt a deep connection to the old house and decided to restore it to its former glory. Little did they know, the house held secrets that would change their family forever.
Of course, after our parents died, my brother showed a side of himself I hadn’t seen before — one driven by materialism. We inherited several properties, including the house where our parents spent their last years and the dilapidated house where we grew up.
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Our dad was incredibly sentimental, always resisting our attempts to sell the old house, hoping instead that we would renovate it and continue our family traditions there.
“It’s a perfect place to raise a family, boys,” he’d always say.
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After he died, Aaron pushed hard to sell the rundown house and split the profit.
“Come on, Ian,” he insisted. “We can do so much more with the money than trying to fix that place up.”
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But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. That house meant the world to my father. It was his greatest wish to see it restored, so I chose to keep it, even though Aaron thought I was foolish. He took the newer house without looking back.
The Hidden Message
As time went on, my wife Laura and I began the daunting task of renovating the old home. The amount of work needed was overwhelming.
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“I don’t know if I made a mistake,” I confessed to Laura one day over sandwiches in our tiny apartment, surrounded by paint samples and blueprints.
“No, Ian,” she reassured me. “This was your father’s wish, and it will be worth the effort. We just need to stay patient.”
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I nodded, grabbing a beer to calm my nerves. Trusting in my father’s vision, we continued our work. Little did we know, an old piece of wallpaper was about to change everything.
One day, while Laura was out choosing tiles for the bathroom, I was upstairs tearing down faded wallpaper. Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon a message from my father.
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Beneath the layers of wallpaper was a note instructing whoever restored the house to its former beauty to dig up a box under an oak tree in the garden.
“Are you sure this is from your father?” Laura asked, back with fast-food bags in hand.
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“It’s his handwriting,” I confirmed. “Should we go dig up the garden?”
Laura’s eyes widened as she read the note aloud: To my children, the ones who see the value in the past, go to the old oak tree in the garden and dig. You will find something to help you restore this home and carry on our family legacy. Love, Dad.
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Determined, we grabbed shovels and rushed to the garden, hearts racing with anticipation.
The majestic oak tree stood tall, just as it had in our childhood. We began to dig at its base, feeling a mix of excitement and nostalgia.
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Soon enough, we hit something solid. Carefully, we unearthed a small, weathered box brimming with papers.
As I read through the documents, tears welled up in my eyes.
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The papers, dated shortly before my father’s death, revealed a secret savings account he had set aside for the house’s restoration.
“Wow,” Laura gasped, glancing over my shoulder.
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She went inside to fetch water, wiping sweat from her forehead.
To our shock, the box also contained a deed to a newer seaside home, designated for the one who honored my father’s wishes.
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Confronting Reality
“I can’t believe it,” I told Laura in a coffee shop later that evening. “He had it all planned.”
“What if you had sold the house with Aaron, like he wanted? These treasures would have been lost to strangers!”
“Maybe Dad always knew I’d be the one to keep it,” I mused. “But I worry about how Aaron will react.”
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We didn’t have to wait long to find out. A few days later, Aaron and his wife, Daisy, invited us for dinner.
“It’s been a while,” Aaron said over the phone. “Mom always wanted us to have family dinners, just the two of us.”
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Laura cooked some dishes, and we picked up a cherry pie for dessert.
“You don’t have to tell him tonight,” my wife advised, kissing my cheek as we left.
“I do,” I replied. “It’s now or never.”
As we sat down to dinner, I decided it was time to reveal our father’s plans to Aaron.
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His reaction was explosive.
“This is ridiculous!” he shouted. “Why should you get everything just because you kept that old dump?”
“It was Dad’s wish,” I said calmly, holding my ground.
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Laura handed me a water glass, squeezing my hand reassuringly under the table.
“Dad wanted this house to stay in the family. You knew that, brother,” I said, trying to reason.
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“But I didn’t know he would leave you money and another house! We took the new place because it made sense for us. This isn’t fair, Ian.”
“It’s not about fairness, Aaron,” I explained. “It’s about honoring Dad’s legacy. He wanted us to value our history.”
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Aaron stormed out of his dining room, Daisy following with a piece of pie.
Reconciliation
For weeks, Aaron and I didn’t speak. But as the old house began to transform, I knew I had made the right choice.
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Laura filled each room with vibrant colors, while I tackled the labor-intensive tasks. Every restored wall and polished floorboard revived not just the house, but also cherished childhood memories.
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Months later, Laura and I finally settled into our rejuvenated home. As we savored wine in our dining room, Aaron unexpectedly dropped by.
“I’ve been thinking,” he began softly. “Maybe I overreacted. I just felt left out.”
“You weren’t,” I assured him. “This was Dad’s way of showing us what was important to him. The new house is yours, just like we agreed.”
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With our hearts finally aligned, Laura and I decided to sell the nearby house.
“Let’s save the money for our children,” Laura suggested. “Dad’s legacy can provide them the best education.”
I couldn’t argue with her. Moving into the renovated house marked the start of a new chapter for us.
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