My elderly neighbor came up with a genius way to teach her grandson a lesson.
She raised him all by herself, and he just left her, never came back. One day, she handed me something: ‘Put this in my urn and give it to my grandson. He’ll understand,’ she said. I agreed, though puzzled. A week later, she passed away, and her grandson skipped the funeral. I traveled to another city to hand over the urn. A few days later, I woke up to loud knocking. Opening the door, I was stunned. It was her grandson, in tears and terrified.
