When my grandmother passed away, she left her modest house and car to my cousins, while I inherited her old, tattered sofa. It became a family joke, but I decided to get the sofa restored because it held sentimental value.

The upholsterer was skeptical, suggesting I replace it since restoring it would cost more than buying a new one. Still, I insisted. A day later, he called me, sounding panicked, and asked me to come by immediately.

To my astonishment, the sofa wasn’t filled with regular cushioning—it was stuffed with stacks of cash and gold coins, totaling $340,000. I was speechless for days.

This discovery reaffirmed my belief that my grandmother wouldn’t leave me with nothing. We shared a special bond, and now I plan to use the money to start a business, something she always encouraged.