When our parents passed away, my brother Aaron revealed his true materialistic nature. We inherited two houses: the new house where our parents lived during their final years and our run-down childhood home.
While Aaron wanted to sell the old house, I, Ian, decided to renovate it, fulfilling our father’s wish to restore it.“Come on, Ian, we can do so much more with the money,” Aaron urged. But the house held sentimental value, and I couldn’t let it go.
Laura, my wife, and I began the arduous task of renovating it. One day, while stripping wallpaper, I discovered a note from my father. It instructed us to dig under the old oak tree in the garden.
