Son Sees His Old Mother’s Will and Orders Her to Pack Her Stuff Immediately

A son uncovers his mother’s will, and the contents prompt him to ask her to pack her belongings and prepare to leave his house right away.

Gerald Nizbit gazed at the words on his screen in shock before reaching for his phone. “Helen,” he said briskly to his assistant. “Get my lawyer on the line first, then Margaret Pratt, and finally my mother — in that order!”

Helen had worked as Gerald’s assistant for a decade and knew he wasn’t known for his patience. Without hesitation, she began dialing his attorney. Meanwhile, Gerald remained in his office, staring at the screen in disbelief and shaking his head. He vowed to address the situation without delay.

When Helen finally connected him to the lawyer, Gerald wasted no time. “Sam,” he began sharply. “Just so you know, you’ve made a mistake. You sent me my mother’s will for review instead of sending it to her.”

The attorney stammered out apologies, clearly flustered, but Gerald had already made his point. He curtly ended the call and leaned back, staring out at the snowy New York skyline through his large floor-to-ceiling windows. His thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang again.

This time it was Margaret Pratt. Gerald succinctly laid out his instructions and firmly stated, “I need this handled today, Miss Pratt.” When she hesitated, he interrupted her objections.

“If you’re unable to manage this, I’ll find someone who can.” Whatever Margaret said in response brought a grim smile to his face. “Alright, then. This afternoon at 5:00,” he concluded and hung up.

Gerald then used the intercom. “Helen, connect me to my mother now,” he instructed.

Helen, ever efficient, had Mrs. Edith Nizbit on the line within moments. “Mother!” Gerald said sharply. “I have two things to tell you. First, Sam Kelson accidentally sent me your new will. And second, I need you to pack your bags immediately.”

Edith was lounging in the beautiful home she shared with her son, and her shock rendered her momentarily speechless. “Gerald…are you upset about the will? Please, let me explain…”

“I’m not interested in explanations, Mother,” Gerald interrupted. “Just have your bags packed and be ready to leave by 4:00.” With that, he ended the call. Edith sat still, her heart pounding. She had hoped Gerald would understand.

He was her youngest of three children, the one who had always been there for her, supporting her through life’s challenges. When her arthritis had worsened over the past year, making her nearly immobile despite her relatively young age of 62, Gerald had insisted she come live with him.

Edith climbed the stairs to her room, tears welling in her eyes as she packed her belongings. Yes, she had chosen to leave her estate to her two older children, but she had believed Gerald would comprehend her reasoning. Her heart ached as she stared at the packed suitcase. She had deeply hurt the child she cherished most.

Summoning the courage to explain, Edith called the housekeeper to assist with her bags and went downstairs to wait.

True to form, Gerald arrived at 4:00 sharp. He walked in, gave Edith a quick kiss on the cheek, and dismissed her attempts to speak. “There’s no time for explanations, Mother. Let’s go.” He picked up her suitcase, carried it to his car, and loaded it into the trunk. Edith, resigned, climbed into the passenger seat.

“Where are we going, Gerald?” she asked hesitantly. He didn’t answer, instead turning on the radio at that exact moment. Edith glanced out the window, realizing they were heading to an unfamiliar part of the city.

“About the will…” Edith began bravely.

“The will?” Gerald responded, glancing at her briefly. “You mean the one where you leave the house and $120,000 to Amy and Oliver, while I get the old lake cabin, Grandpa’s war photos, and Dad’s watch?”

“Yes…” Edith whispered, her voice trembling.

At that moment, Gerald stopped the car. They had arrived at a small private airfield where a sleek jet was waiting. Gerald turned to Edith, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Oh, Mom, I get it. I understand the decision about the house and the money. Amy and Oliver need it more than I do. I already have more wealth than I could ever spend.”

He continued, his voice softening. “But what you’ve left me shows how deeply you understand me. You’re giving me something priceless — memories and sentiment. Those mean more to me than money ever could.”

Edith gasped, her eyes wide. “But Gerald…I thought you were angry. I thought you were sending me away!”

Gerald smiled warmly. “Not at all. I’m taking you to Tahiti for two weeks. It’ll be great for your arthritis, and I could use some time with my favorite person.”

Edith threw her arms around her youngest son, her heart full of love and relief. He truly understood her. She knew Gerald would treasure the keepsakes she had entrusted to him and lovingly pass them down.

Their time in Tahiti was nothing short of wonderful. Gerald even met a charming young woman from New York, and Edith couldn’t help but think that she might soon have grandchildren to spoil.

This story reminds us not to jump to conclusions based on fear. Edith feared her son’s reaction to her will, but his heart was far more generous than she imagined. It also teaches us that true value lies in the love and memories behind possessions, not their monetary worth. Share this with someone who could use a bit of inspiration!