The Youngest Son Inherits Just an Old Trunk, Leading His Brothers to Mock Him Until He Discovers Its Contents – Story of the Day

An elderly suitcase is the only inheritance of a wealthy man’s younger son from his second marriage, and his two half-brothers, who split $2.5 million, make fun of him. But when he finds out what’s inside the trunk, everything is fine. different.

George Trent was a wealthy man, but most of his wealth came from a business established by his late first wife’s father. For this reason, when he made his will, he believed that it was only for the children of his first marriage to receive all his property.

George’s three children were brought to a meeting with a family lawyer after his untimely death and the lawyer revealed how their father handled his estate. His youngest son Jay would inherit an antique trunk full of memorabilia, while his two older children, Matt and Guy, would split $2.5 million.

The lawyer looked at Jay gently and said, “Jay, please don’t think your father loved you any less.” He thought you would be the one to benefit and enjoy the contents of the trunk because he loved you so much.”

Jay smiled. “I know my father loved me and this legacy will be more valuable to me than millions of dollars in the bank.”

Never rejoice in the misfortune of others.

Guy replied mockingly, “Yeah, I’m sure the cobwebs in that old piece of junk will be more valuable to you than the diamonds,” Matt smiled. Be careful, Jay, because you won’t get paid a dime when you come asking for help later!”

The lawyer exclaimed, “That reminds me!”

“Your father requested that all three of you sign a release form agreeing not to sue for any part of each other’s inheritance.

“I want no part of Jay’s dusty treasure!” Matt exclaimed with a laugh. “I’m fine!”

Jay nodded. “I also agree with that.

I have nothing against what my father thought was right.”

After signing the contract, all three boys took responsibility for their inheritance. Early in the morning, Jay’s suitcase was brought to his student block. It was a huge, old shipping trunk, the kind common in the late 1800s, loaded with stickers from faraway places.

A thick parchment envelope with Jay’s name on it was taped to the lid. When he opened it, a large iron key fell out.

He pulled out one sheet of paper and immediately saw his father’s writing.

If you are reading this, my dearest Jay, please accept my sincere apologies for the way I have handled my earthly possessions. I have gone to my heavenly reward. The owner of this antique trunk was your great-grandmother Judith, who embarrassed her family by running away with a young artist to Paris in the 1920s.

Judith was a brave and beautiful woman who immediately replaced her youthful partner with an even more skilled painter, and then another, and so on. She collected sketches of her lovers and their artist friends and kept a diary detailing her two years as a model in wild 1920s Paris.

If you look in her sketchbook you will come across some prominent and fascinating names and some of the drawings even feature Judith herself. Jay, I hope you make the most of your inheritance. Although I did not have Judith’s collection awarded, I think you will not be disappointed.

I hope we cross paths again, but in the meantime, know you are loved, son. Live a full life and be happy.”

Jay opened the trunk curiously. It contained several journals, each with pages of entries written in a lush, looping female hand, just as his father had said. Great-grandmother Judith loved purple ink and had a flair for the dramatic.

When Jay opened the massive, thick portfolio, which was tied with a deep red ribbon, he discovered dozens of sketches and basic watercolor plans for paintings. He did not know the signatures of Fernando Léger, George Brack, Man Ray, Juan Miro, and Pablo Picasso, but he knew the signatures of Pablo Picasso and Henri Matisse.

At the bottom of the trunk was a sheaf of black-and-white pictures of Grandma Judith kicking around with celebrities like Josephine Baker and Ernest Hemmingway. “Very well, Grandma!” Jay shouted.

He approached a friend who studies art and asked him who he should present the portfolio.

His friend told him about a gallery in New York that was close to his student apartment.

Jay neatly tied the ribbons of his portfolio, tucked it under his arm, and headed into the gallery. When he arrived, he asked to speak with Victor Brandweiz. Victor looked like a long, despondent man with a long nose.

“Yes?” he said in an icy tone. “What you want?”

“Well sir, I have some drawings I’d like you to look at…” Jay replied.

Victor shouted, “No, no! I’m not looking at unknown artists!”

Jay replied, “Well, these aren’t unknowns,” placing his portfolio on the table and flipping through it. “Some people I know, like Picasso and Dalí? I’ve never heard of this guy Brack and Chagall though.”

But Victor didn’t listen. He was staring madly at the drawings and talking to himself in a language that sounded like German to Jay. He gasped, “But these… these look real!”

“They are,” Jay replied, enjoying the man’s shocked enthusiasm. “You see, my great-grandmother Judith Trent…” As Jay told Victor the whole story, he asked him to see the journals right now.

“Do you know what you have here, if it’s all authentic?” replied Victor, “Millions, boy, millions!”

It turned out to be worth many millions, and Jay was promised several more by publishers to release Judith’s sultry journals, which revealed the scandalous details of the “Lost Generation” in all its sensual glory.

Jay soon found himself negotiating the film and mingling with famous Hollywood stars, directors, and producers. Disappointed, Matt and Guy began to complain about their portion, but the lawyer just waved their contract in front of their eyes.

Thinking that Jay had been cheated, they were ready to sign, but when it turned out that his inheritance was quite substantial, they became angry and accused Jay of deceiving them.

What lessons can we learn from this story?

1. Never rejoice in the misfortune of others. Despite their envy of Jay’s “pitiful” inheritance, Matt and Guy felt largely left out of the multi-million dollar art collection.

2. Believe in your luck; karma tends to even things out.

Discuss this story with your companions. It could motivate them and make their day.

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Ultimately, Jay’s story is a poignant reminder that true value often lies beneath the surface and that the most valuable heirlooms aren’t always the ones that come with a hefty price tag. The unassuming trunk, filled with the rich history of his great-grandmother Judith, turns out to be a treasure trove of art and stories worth far more than the money his brothers scoffed at. It shows that sometimes what others overlook or ridicule can have the greatest value.

Matt and Guy’s derision and disdain quickly overshadowed Jay’s newfound wealth and appreciation of Judith’s legacy. Their initial mischief turned to resentment as they realized their heritage paled in comparison to what Jay had encountered. This shift not only highlighted their short-sightedness but also underscored the timeless lesson that fortune favors those who remain hopeful and resilient.

Jay’s journey also teaches us about the value of family history and the stories that shape us. Diaries and sketches, once considered mere junk, have become symbols of resilience, creativity, and the indomitable human spirit. They reminded Jay, and through him, all of us, that our past, no matter how seemingly insignificant, is rich with lessons and legacies worth cherishing.

As we reflect on this story, may it inspire us to look beyond the surface, to appreciate the unseen treasures in our own lives, and to never rejoice in the misfortunes of others. Instead, let’s cultivate a spirit of empathy, optimism, and openness, knowing that sometimes the greatest riches are those hidden in plain sight. And who knows? Your trunk of memories and stories can be the next big reveal.

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