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. I don’t even know why she left it to me,” she replied, her tone indifferent. Helen’s frown deepened, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “That ‘old junk’ belonged to your grandmother,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm.“It might have sentimental value, or there could be something worth keeping. You should at least go and see what’s in there.” Janet rolled her eyes, clearly uninterested. “I doubt there’s anything good. Simon got the house, and all I got was a dusty old storage unit. It’s not fair,” she complained, her voice laced with bitterness.Helen took a deep breath, struggling to maintain her composure. “Life isn’t about what’s fair, Janet. You should at least respect your grandmother enough to check it out. If you don’t, I’ll have Simon go through it.” At the mention of her older brother, Janet’s expression darkened. She couldn’t stand the idea of Simon getting his hands on anything else from their grandmother. The thought alone was enough to make her blood boil. “Fine, I’ll go tomorrow,” she said, her voice dripping with annoyance.The only reason she agreed was to keep Simon from getting anything more, not because she had any real interest in the storage unit or its contents. Helen watched her daughter with a mix of disappointment and worry, knowing that Janet’s selfish attitude had clouded her judgment. But for now, she could only hope that a visit to the storage unit might stir some sense of responsibility or, at the very least, a hint of sentimentality in Janet’s heart.The next day, Janet drove to the storage facility with a sour expression etched on her face. She had been dreading this task ever since her mother had insisted she check out what was inside the unit.The thought of sifting through old, dusty belongings didn’t appeal to her in the slightest. She felt annoyed by the inconvenience, convinced that her time could be better spent elsewhere—doing anything but this.When she finally arrived and opened the storage unit, a cloud of dust greeted her, making her cough and wave her hand in front of her face. As the dust settled, her eyes scanned the cramped, dimly lit space. What she saw did nothing to lift her spirits. The unit was packed with old furniture, rickety shelves lined with dusty boxes, and a random assortment of what looked like useless trinkets.Her frustration mounted as she began to sift through the items, one by one. Each box she opened seemed to contain the same mundane, unexciting things: faded clothes that smelled of mothballs, chipped plates, mismatched forks, and cups that looked like they hadn’t seen the light of day in decades. “This is such a waste of time,” Janet muttered to herself, tossing aside a stack of yellowed papers that looked like nothing more than old receipts.After just a few minutes of rummaging, she was already fed up. She couldn’t believe her grandmother had left her this mess. She was ready to leave, convinced that the storage unit was nothing but a collection of worthless junk that held no value—sentimental or otherwise. Just as she was about to turn on her heel and walk out, an old man appeared at the entrance of the unit.His presence startled her slightly, but he had a kind smile on his face that put her at ease. “You seem upset,” the old man said in a gentle voice. “What’s the matter?” Janet sighed, grateful for someone to vent her frustrations to.“This storage unit belonged to my grandmother, but it’s just filled with junk. I don’t have time to deal with this,” she replied, crossing her arms in exasperation.The old man stepped closer, peering into the storage unit with a thoughtful expression. “It looks like there’s quite a bit of stuff in here,” he said, nodding slowly. “How about I take it off your hands? I’ll buy the whole storage from you, and you won’t have to worry about it anymore.” Janet’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. She hadn’t expected to make any money from this trip, and the idea of earning some quick cash was appealing.The sooner she could be rid of this burden, the better. “How much are you offering?” she asked, trying to hide her eagerness. The old man smiled warmly. “How about $1,000? That should cover it.” Janet didn’t need to think twice. A thousand dollars was more than she expected for what she considered to be a pile of useless junk.“Deal!” she exclaimed, her frustration quickly turning into satisfaction. They shook hands, and Janet handed over the key to the storage unit, feeling a surge of relief. As she left the storage facility, a grin spread across her face. In her mind, she had just made an easy profit, and the whole ordeal was now behind her.She couldn’t wait to get home and enjoy the money she made, without giving a second thought to what she had left behind. Later that day, Janet returned home, her arms laden with shopping bags, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.She had spent most of the money she made on a shopping spree that included a fresh manicure, a trendy new haircut, and a sleek new phone.As she walked through the front door, Helen, who was busy tidying up the living room, looked up and immediately noticed her daughter’s changed appearance. Helen’s brow furrowed in concern as she took in Janet’s carefree demeanor. “Where did you get the money for all that?” Helen asked, her voice tinged with suspicion. She knew her daughter’s spending habits all too well, and this sudden splurge raised red flags.Janet shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I sold the storage unit,” she replied, dropping the bags on the floor. “Some old guy offered me $1,000 for it, so I took it. No point in keeping all that useless junk.” Helen’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You sold your grandmother’s things? Did you even bother to see if there was anything valuable or meaningful in there?” she asked, her tone growing more incredulous by the second.Janet rolled her eyes. “Mom, it was just a bunch of dusty boxes,” she said dismissively. “There was nothing worth keeping.” Helen’s frustration, which had been simmering since Judith’s passing, finally boiled over.“That was your grandmother’s legacy, Janet!” she exclaimed, her voice shaking with a mixture of anger and disappointment.“You didn’t even care enough to look through it properly. What if there was something important in there, something that belonged to our family?” But Janet, too caught up in her own world, waved her mother’s concerns away as though they were nothing more than an irritating buzz. She plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote, flicking on the TV. Then she started to flip through the channels, effectively tuning out her mother’s words.Just as she was about to settle on a show, something on the news caught her attention. Janet suddenly froze, her hand stilling over the remote. On the screen was the same old man she had met at the storage facility earlier that day. He was giving an interview to a reporter, the headline at the bottom of the screen reading: “Local Treasure Hunter Strikes Gold Again.”Janet’s heart began to race as she listened to the man explain how the storage unit he had purchased that morning was filled with valuable antiques. He spoke enthusiastically about the extremely rare collection of plates, paintings, and furniture, which, he estimated, were worth millions.The man smiled into the camera, his words ringing in Janet’s ears: “Some people don’t value what they have. They don’t see the treasure right in front of them.”Janet felt as though the floor had dropped out from under her. The bags filled with her recent purchases suddenly felt like a heavy burden, a reminder of her careless decision. Her face drained of color as the reality of what she had done began to sink in. From the kitchen, Helen had overheard the broadcast and walked over to see what had caused her daughter’s sudden change in demeanor. When she saw the news, her expression turned stern.“This will be a lesson for you, Janet,” Helen said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. “You need to start valuing the things that matter. And speaking of which,” she added, her tone softening only slightly. “it’s time for you to leave this house. It’s time for you to start living on your own.”Janet stared at her mother, speechless, the full weight of her actions pressing down on her like never before. She realized that she had not only lost a fortune but had also disappointed the one person who had always been there for her. For the first time in her life, she was forced to confront the consequences of her thoughtlessness.
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