“The money isn’t much, but I want my children to live in righteousness and harmony. Don’t make my soul sad in the afterlife.”

My mother passed away quietly, leaving a dilapidated house and three worn wool blankets. At her simple funeral, my two older brothers dismissed the blankets as worthless, but I took them, cherishing childhood memories of Mom covering us while she shivered. Shaking a blanket at home, I found a hidden bag with savings accounts and gold—nearly $100,000. Each blanket held similar treasures, totaling $300,000. Mom, who lived frugally, had secretly saved for us.

My brothers, who had neglected Mom, demanded their share, threatening to sue. Amid the conflict, I found her note: “These blankets are for my children. The money isn’t much, but live with righteousness and harmony. Don’t make my soul sad.” Her words silenced their greed. We divided the money equally. My eldest brother funded his children’s education and visits Mom’s grave. My second brother donated to the poor. I created a scholarship in Mom’s name.

Those blankets, once deemed trash, held a fortune and a lesson: resist greed, value family. Now, I cover my son with one, teaching him that love and unity outweigh inherited wealth. Mom’s final act ensured we honored her sacrifice, proving true worth lies in kindness, not money.