The House That Grandma Kept

When my grandmother passed away last winter, she left her small house to my mother and my uncle.

Everyone in the family was surprised, because the house was in a poor area of the city.

My uncle wanted to sell it quickly and share the money.

However, my mother refused, saying that the house was a family memory, not just a building.

She remembered how Grandma had worked two jobs to buy it in the 1980s.

Back then, a house cost only a few years of a worker's pay.

Today, young people like me can hardly imagine buying one.

My cousin, who is twenty-eight, still lives with his parents because rents are so high.

Last month, my mother and uncle finally agreed to rent the old house to a young couple.

The money is not much, but it helps both families.

More importantly, the house is still in our family, and Grandma's story lives on.