The Million-Dollar Trap

“My grandfather, a proud Vietnam vet, was wasting away in his rundown house, neglected by my "perfect" family who deemed him a "downer" on their holiday plans. I was the only one who bothered to visit him, bringing him real food and doing my best to fix his crumbling home. But then, he collapsed right in front of me, his face turning blue. I fumbled to call 911, frantic with fear. When I desperately reached out to my family group chat, informing them Grandpa was dying, the "read" receipts popped up instantly under my message. Every single one of them saw it. No replies. No calls. Just silence. And later, when the doctor confirmed he had a month at most, my own father and uncle called, not to offer comfort, but to scream at me for running up hospital bills. "You should have just left him be!" they yelled, furious that I had dared to get involved. How could these people, his own children, be so heartless, so utterly consumed by greed? Didn't they feel an ounce of shame, an ounce of love, for the man who raised them? What kind of family was this? Then, a weak whisper from Grandpa's bed cut through my despair. "I know how to make them come." He pointed to his old footlocker, revealing a shocking secret: a bank statement showing over $1.5 million. And with a grim nod, he told me what to text them next: "Grandpa is discussing his will. There's money." This was going to be a Thanksgiving performance they'd never forget.”