The next day, I brought the blankets home. My plan was simple—to wash them and keep them as keepsakes. As I shook one of them out, a small thud startled me. Something hard had fallen to the floor.
My heart raced as I picked up a small brown cloth bag sewn tightly into the lining. Inside were several old savings account books and a few small bars of gold—carefully wrapped and labeled.
Tears filled my eyes. My mother, who had spent her life selling vegetables at the market and mending clothes to make ends meet, had somehow managed to save a fortune—all hidden inside those “worthless” blankets.
When I checked the other two, I found more bags. By the time I finished, I was holding nearly three hundred thousand dollars.
I sat on the floor, shaking. My mother, who had worn the same coat for twenty years, had quietly saved every cent for us.
She had hidden her love, her sacrifice, and her life’s work in plain sight.
When the Truth Came Out
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