An unexpected heirloom: the hidden value of a humble flowerpot

She left us forty-eight hours later.

A legacy that seemed insignificant

On the day of the reading of the will, Léa arrived, dressed in black, with an almost disconcerting confidence. She inherited everything: the apartment, the accounts, the family jewels, every piece of furniture. Then, the notary turned to me.

He handed me only one thing:

n old terracotta flower pot.

Not a penny. No precious objects. Just this plant that had always been there, silent, in a corner of the living room. Strangely, I didn’t feel any bitterness. I had watered her, cared for her, and even chatted with her for years during my moments of solitude. She was like a familiar presence.

Léa, for her part, couldn’t hold back a sneer.

“She got you.” Years of serving her freely, and this is your reward. I hope you learn your lesson.

I left without answering.

The phone call that turned everything upside
down The next morning, my phone didn’t stop vibrating. It was Léa. Panicked. In tears.

“You must come.” Right away.

When I arrived at her house, she explained that she remembered a sentence from her mother: “My most precious possessions are safe, out of sight.” Léa had turned everything over in the apartment, without finding anything.

It was then that his gaze fell on the flowerpot.

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