At my grandmother’s funeral, I saw my mother quietly slip a small package into the coffin. Curiosity gnawed at me, so later, I took it. When I looked inside, my heart sank. The package held letters from Grandma, each revealing a painful truth. She had discovered that my mother, driven by a gambling addiction, had been stealing small sums from her for years. Grandma’s tone in the letters shifted from concern to heartbreak and finally to resignation. In her final letter, she made a clear decision: everything she owned would go to me, the one who truly loved her….