Roof Repair Crew Took My Late
A Lonely Widow
I’m Evelyn, seventy-four, widowed for nearly ten years.
With no children, I filled my days with gardening and library volunteering,
but the nights were “too quiet.”
The Hidden Box
When I finally hired workers to fix my roof, one of them, Joseph, stood out—“polite, respectful, and kind.”
Soon they uncovered an attic box I recognized: Richard once told me it was mine to open only “when the time felt right.”
Betrayal and Honesty
The crew wanted to keep it, but Joseph refused.
He brought it to me himself, revealing cash and gold Richard had saved.
“He could have taken it but chose honesty instead.”
With the authorities ready, the others left empty-handed.
A New Family
Weeks later, Joseph became like the grandson I never had.
He visits often, brings his girlfriend for holidays, and fills my home with laughter again. Richard’s box gave me family.
