After my dad’s funeral, my brother-in-law took over my dad’s company and $500 million, arrogantly stating…

In public, Patrick seemed surprised, but alone with me, he laughed and said, You came all the way from the city to this small town, took care of dad day and night, and all you get is this little truck, huh? What an ironic end. Now the company is mine, and you’re left with just this mini-truck as your inheritance. It’s like a comedy.

As he left the room with a smirk, I felt empty inside, holding the mini-truck keys tightly. The cold metal made me face the harsh reality. But my family tried to cheer me up.

Keep your head up. Dad had his reasons. He didn’t mean to upset you.

That truck was something dad always loved. It was his favorite vehicle. He surely cared about you.

Despite their kind words, I was too hurt to respond. I knew that what you inherit doesn’t measure a father’s love, but the fact that Patrick, who seemed to be waiting for my father to die, got almost everything was deeply insulting. It wasn’t about the money.

It was the pain of seeing my father’s hard work go to such a man. I felt powerless to change the situation. Clutching the truck key, I decided to take care of the mini-truck, the only thing my father left me.

It seemed to hold a deeper meaning. I hoped that cleaning the truck might help me sort out my feelings. I carefully washed the truck with a hose and then sat in the driver’s seat, where my father used to sit.

Starting the engine, I noticed something unusual on the navigation system. It was displaying a single thick blue route instead of just showing my location. That’s odd.

Why is there a destination set on the navigation system? I wondered. This usually only happens when a specific route is being followed. When I checked the destination on the screen, it showed only coordinates, not a specific place.

It would take about an hour to drive. Wanting to go for a drive in the mini-truck, I didn’t think too much about it. I put the truck in first gear and left the house.

An hour later, during a pleasant drive, I arrived at what seemed like a home. It was a surprise. In front of me was a small, modest house, quite different from the larger homes in my hometown.

It felt warm and inviting. The area was quiet, and I couldn’t see or hear anyone else around. I got out of the truck and stood in front of the house, feeling a bit confused.

There were no signs to indicate what this place was, but it seemed the navigation system had brought me here for a reason. With some hesitation, I rang the doorbell. As the door slowly opened, the person I saw was the last one I expected, my mom.

I’ve been waiting, Frank. Come in, dear, she said. Why are you here, Mom? And how come this place was set in Dad’s navigation system? I asked.

I will explain everything, but first, come inside and relax, she replied. Following her inside, I found the interior simple yet cozy, with just the essentials. My mom made some tea and started to explain in a calm voice…