Janet had always been a problematic daughter and a distant granddaughter. She didn’t value family and always put her wishes and needs first. Even as she grew into adulthood, she continued to behave like an ungrateful teenager. But she was about to learn the hardest lesson of her life yet.Janet, a 24-year-old woman with a sense of entitlement, lounged lazily on the couch, her eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through social media. The living room was quiet, save for the occasional clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen where her mother, Helen, was busy with household chores.The air between them had been thick with tension ever since Janet’s grandmother, Judith, had passed away a few months ago. While Helen had been deeply saddened by the loss of her mother,
Janet showed little to no emotion. She had always been distant, rarely visiting Judith and even skipping her funeral altogether. It was a choice that had left Helen both heartbroken and furious.As Helen entered the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel, she couldn’t hold back her frustration any longer. “Janet, have you thought about what you’re going to do with the storage unit your grandmother left you?” she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of impatience and sadness. Janet barely looked up from her phone, her fingers still tapping away.“What’s there to think about? It’s probably just a bunch of old junk.
