However, when I started the truck’s engine, the navigation system suddenly activated, guiding me to a location pre-set by my dad. I was surprised when I arrived, because a big surprise was waiting for me… I was standing before my father’s grave. He had been the CEO of a major company, a titan in his field.
After he passed away, my brother-in-law, Patrick, took over. He inherited the company and a staggering $500 million. I was left with an old mini truck.
Patrick, flaunting his good fortune, smirked at me. “I’ve got the company and the entire estate in my grasp. That little truck suits you, Frank.”
But to me, that mini truck was more than just a vehicle.
It was the last thing my father had personally left for me. I looked at it thoughtfully, and when I started the engine, I noticed a destination already set on the navigation system. A single, thick blue line pointing to coordinates I didn’t recognize.
What’s this? I wondered. With a firm grip on the wheel, I began to drive.
My name is Frank, and I am forty-five years old. My relationship with my father had always been complicated. He built his construction company from scratch, and as his eldest son, I was expected to follow in his footsteps.
Instead, right after university, I left home to become a teacher, fulfilling a childhood dream. This decision led to years of heated arguments and a cold distance between us. I never hated him, but guilt weighed on me for not meeting his expectations.
My sister, Sophia, became the bridge, updating him on my life and often sending him lavish gifts in my name to smooth things over. “He’s just trying to be strong,” she’d tell me. “Deep down, he’s lonely.”
When I heard my father had cancer, I quit my job and moved back home without a second thought.
The past arguments seemed so small in the face of life itself. At first, my father was shocked, but he quietly accepted my presence. I simply stayed by his side, caring for him.
His soft words of thanks brought me a peace I hadn’t felt in years. He passed away with my mother, Sophia, and me by his side. The only one who showed no emotion was Patrick.
“Did he finally die, huh?” he asked coldly during the funeral preparations. I managed to stay calm, channeling my grief and anger into planning the perfect farewell for my father. Patrick and I hadn’t always been at odds.
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