Until the afternoon of his farewell arrived. While breathing heavily, he called me. He held out an old pillow, torn on one side, and in a weak voice said:
“For… Maria…”
I hugged the pillow, not fully understanding. In just a few minutes, he closed his eyes forever.
The Secret Inside the Pillow
The night of the wake, as I sat on the terrace, I opened the torn pillow. What I found took my breath away: neatly folded bills, a few small gold coins, and three old savings books.
I was shocked, then burst into tears. It turned out that he had saved all the little money his children had given him, and what he had earned from selling a small piece of land in the village. Instead of spending it, he hid it inside that torn pillow… and left it to me.
There was also a note, with almost illegible handwriting:
“Daughter, you are the hardest-working and kindest daughter-in-law I have ever known. I am not leaving you riches, but I hope this will help you live a little better. Don’t blame your husband’s brothers, because I myself chose to leave this to you—because you took care of me for 12 years.”
Tears of Gratitude
