Money Plant

My grandson is a fussy eater. We have to create interesting games for him, then he will open his mouth and eat. He is three years old. One day everything was shown to him, but he didn't like anything, ultimately it's been half an hour since his mother had been trying but of no help. I was watering the plants and watching all this. 

I thought of trying something. I called him, please come to me, we will plant a new plant. He immediately ran to me. What's it, granny? You have many coins, bring them, he ran quickly and brought his collection, meanwhile he gulped two-three spoons of food from his mother.

I asked him to select his favorite coin, and he selected and gave it to me. I hold it and asked to eat for a while, as we are heading towards the most interesting part now. He listened to me and started eating quickly. Now break time, come let us dig the soil and create some space. This is his favorite game, digging soil. He did it willingly, now please finish the rest of the food.

He is in the obedient mode now, as he found it interesting. He finished the food and his mother left. I asked him to put a coin there and cover it with the soil. What are we doing granny? We are planting a money plant, dear child. You have to water here every day, then you will see, the way you are growing, this plant will also grow and give you many notes and coins. Really granny? I will have many notes and coins then and I don't have to ask papa and grandpa. It will be great fun granny, you are the best.

As a child, he believed it. But in reality, if this has been true, it would have been so amazing. After a week I got a letter. When I was a child, my father started a medicine shop, but due to partition issues, we left our hometown and never returned. He invested a lot of money in that shop, expecting a good life and bright future for his kids. But he was unaware of his fate, he was killed during those riots. I was the eldest one and now the only one surviving. My mother used to tell me on the day of my first birthday, my father opened the shop. I was the first child, it was said if the first child is a girl, it's a sign of prosperity. 

Today I am seventy years old grandma. The government is asking to claim it. Now I don't need any money but yes my father's hard-earned Investment and foresightedness will help my grandson. Now it's a high price property, that can definitely fund his education. Papa, I don't remember you much but your gift I am passing on to my grandson, hoping for his bright future. Soon I will meet you there in another world.