For my wedding, my grandmother gave me an old, worn-out sofa. My husband disliked it, calling it outdated,

so I stored it in the garage. I never knew why I held on to it—it simply reminded me of her warmth.

After years and a painful divorce, I moved into a small apartment and decided to finally have the sofa repaired.

The repairman warned it was in rough shape, but I didn’t mind. It was a piece of comfort from a better time. The next day, he called me urgently

to his workshop. Hidden inside the sofa’s frame were bundles of old bills, a few gold coins, and a sealed envelope addressed to me.

Inside the envelope was a letter from my grandmother. She wrote that she had doubts about my marriage and wanted

to make sure I’d have something to fall back on—something only I would find when I truly needed it.

I broke down in tears. Even after her passing, she had found a way to protect and support me. That sofa wasn’t just furniture—it

was her final act of love, a silent promise that I was never alone. Her foresight gave me the strength to begin again.

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