“Condolences on the Passing of Your Father.”

Tyler’s heart skipped a beat reading this message. He hadn’t seen his father since he was a child. The last he heard, his father was working as a janitor at a local school, far from the life Tyler and his brother Dylan led in the city.

“Dylan…” Tyler called out, dialing his brother’s number. “Dad… He passed away. I got an email from a school where he was a janitor.”
Dylan was silent for a moment. “Wow, that’s…wow. What else did they say?” he asked, his voice heavy with a mix of shock and sorrow.
“He wanted us to go to his lawyer in case something happened to him,” Tyler replied.

“I think we’ve got to go there, right?” Dylan said, already knowing the answer.

The lawyer, Mr. Jacobs, greeted Tyler and Dylan with a somber expression. “Your dad wanted you to have these.” He handed each of them a small key. “These are for safety deposit boxes at the local bank. Your father was… a good person. He wanted you to have these after his passing.”

“Mr. Jacobs, do you know what’s in these boxes?” Tyler asked, curiosity and anxiety battling within him.

“I’m afraid I don’t. Your father was quite private. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other clients,” Mr. Jacobs said, his tone signaling the end of their meeting.

At the bank, the manager led the brothers to a private room where the deposit boxes awaited. The air was thick with anticipation and a bit of dread.

With trembling hands, they opened the boxes. Inside each was a stack of neatly bundled dollar bills — one million dollars each.

Tyler stared at the money in disbelief. “From a janitor? But how?”

Dylan sifted through the box, finding a handwritten letter on top of the money.

**To my sons,**

**I know this must come as a shock. There’s so much I wanted to tell you, but I never found the right time. Working as a janitor was my choice, a way to stay humble and grounded after a life of turmoil. Before that, I was involved in various businesses, some successful, others not so much. I made my fortune through investments and smart financial decisions, but I kept my life simple to avoid the mistakes of my past.**

**This money is yours now. Use it wisely, live well, and remember that true wealth is measured not just in money, but in the relationships you build and the lives you touch.**

**With love,**
**Dad**

Tyler and Dylan sat in stunned silence, the weight of their father’s words sinking in. They had grown up thinking their father had abandoned them, but in reality, he had been watching over them in his own way, ensuring they would be taken care of.

“He was looking out for us all along,” Dylan whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Tyler nodded, his own emotions bubbling to the surface. “And now it’s up to us to honor his legacy.”

They left the bank with a newfound respect for their father and a deep sense of responsibility. The money was a gift, but the true inheritance was the lesson in humility, wisdom, and the importance of family.