Adults ignoring grandfather’s overgrown grave, youngster cleans it and finds inscribed coordinates – Story of the day

Liam goes to his grandfather’s overgrown grave to say goodbye. There he discovers mysterious coordinates etched into the gravestone. Intrigued, Liam decides to investigate further and follows the clues that lead him to a cloakroom in a railway station. Here he uncovers a disturbing revelation: in the last years of his life, Grandfather had been trying to fulfil Liam’s dream, a dream that Liam’s deceitful father had almost destroyed. Now the ultimate opportunity is in Liam’s hands, and it is up to him to seize it.

Clutching a bouquet of white roses, 18-year-old Liam’s heart raced as he approached the grave of his late grandfather. It was a chilly autumn afternoon and the thought of leaving the town he grew up in was painful.
“Grandpa, I’ve come to say goodbye,” Liam whispered softly as he knelt beside the gravestone. “Dad’s lost all our money gambling. We’re moving out of town, fifteen miles west. He promised to get me a job as a mechanic in a garage. But I’m sorry, Grandpa… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to follow my dream. I won’t be able to build aeroplanes and travel the world. It’s all over.”
Tears streamed down Liam’s face as he poured his heart out to his grandfather, and as he scraped away the moss from the surface of the gravestone, he noticed strange numbers carved into the marble in an unfamiliar format…

Liam quickly scraped the moss off the gravestone and stepped back, astonished. The engravings on the gravestone were like coordinates. Memories flooded back of the treasure hunts he used to play with his late grandfather Robert, where they would use similar codes. Liam began to suspect that his grandfather might have left him clues through these etchings. Determined, Liam searched for the coordinates on his phone.
“A cloakroom?” he exclaimed when the code pointed to a luggage room at a local railway station. “Is Grandad trying to tell me something?”
At first, Liam entertained the thought that it might be a prank. However, as none of his other assumptions seemed to make sense, he jumped on his bike and rode to the station to investigate further.

“Good afternoon!” Liam approached the receptionist. “I wanted to know if there was a locker registered under the name R. Hudson… Could you please check?”
The lady scanned the records and looked up at Liam. “Ah, yes, sir! It’s locker number 417…one with a combination lock. It’s been in use for over a year.”
Liam was stunned as he thanked the receptionist and marched to the baggage room to check the locker.

“What’s the code to open this thing?” Liam muttered as he tried different combination codes to open the locker. But everything failed.

Finally, the boy realised that whatever the code was, it had to be a combination of numbers that only he and his grandfather knew. But nothing occurred to him until he heard the faint rumble of an aeroplane in the distance.

“That’s it!” Liam’s eyebrows shot up in excitement. With shaking hands, he punched in the numbers 1-7-1-7. It was the model number of his first toy aeroplane, the one he and his grandfather Robert had made 12 years ago.

Liam’s heart pounded as the locker creaked open. “No…this can’t be true!” his jaw dropped as he saw bundles of hundreds and an old brown diary.

As Liam turned to the first page of the diary, his eyes grew moist as he read the words:

“Dear Liam, if you’re reading this, you’re a wonderful grandson who really loved me! And I’m glad you haven’t forgotten your grandpa.
This is where I met your grandmother and realised the true purpose of my life. I want you to do great things in life too. And I hope you haven’t given up your dream of becoming an aeronautical engineer.
Before you decide the fate of the $150,000 in this locker, you need to know something about your father.
12 years ago, in the summer of July 2005…”

It was a pleasant Saturday afternoon, and 6-year-old Liam was painting his wooden toy aeroplane in his grandfather Robert’s garage.

“There… flight L-1717 is ready for take-off, Captain Liam!” Robert chirped.

Little Liam was so excited that he loaded his Superman and Batman action figures into his toy plane and ran around excitedly. Unfortunately, the boy’s happiness was short-lived when his father, David, burst into the garage.

“What on earth… you look terrible!” David snapped at his son and then turned to his father, Robert. “I specifically told you not to teach him these useless things. This silly hobby won’t bring any money into the house. Why don’t you teach him practical skills like painting walls, fixing cars or mowing the lawn?”

Liam was taken aback and hastily hid his toy plane behind his back, afraid his father would take it away.

“David, that’s enough! Stop right there, son,” Robert interrupted as he left the garage, only to return moments later with a box in his hand. “Look at all the money I’ve saved up for my grandson. His dream is to be a pilot and I want to send him to flying school. By the time Liam is 18, I will have saved enough to make his dream come true.

David’s eyes filled with greed when he saw the box of money. “You can just give me the money instead, Dad. And you didn’t even tell me you’d saved that much!”

“Give you the money I’ve saved up for my grandson? So you can gamble with it? Never!” Robert scowled as he closed the box and took it away.

David boiled over at the words. “Liam is my son and I will decide his future. Do you hear me, Dad?”

He grabbed Liam’s toy aeroplane and smashed it against the wall, smashing it to pieces. “Liam’s dream ends here. You see that, Dad? No more flying around!” he shouted, carrying the frightened little boy home.

Robert was so heartbroken that one Sunday night, two weeks later, he awoke to a loud crash in his house.

“Who’s there?” he shouted, only to see the silhouettes of two masked men running out of the gate with a bag.

“Oh my God…No…the money!” Robert ran into the garage. He found some of his repair tools and machinery missing. And his heart skipped a beat when he saw the cash box with half his life’s savings gone.

“No, Granddad… Dad’s not home. He went to the shops,” little Liam answered the phone as Robert immediately rang his son’s landline.

He hung up in disappointment, knowing that his son David was the mastermind behind the burglary. Robert wanted to call the police, but the thought of putting his son behind bars haunted him and he couldn’t find the courage to do it.

“Oh Jesus… what will happen to my grandson now? How will I fulfil his dream without the money?” Robert sank into the sofa and sobbed.

But Robert was not a man to give up on his grandson. When he realised he had 12 years to go before Liam’s 18th birthday, he went out of his way to work several jobs to save money.

Robert even mowed lawns and repaired roofs for neighbours in his spare time, because to him, time was money and every penny was a step closer to fulfilling his grandson’s dream.

Grandpa toiled day and night for the next ten years, and just two years before Liam’s 18th birthday, his world came crashing down. Robert was diagnosed with terminal cancer and doctors told him he had very little time to live.

The piercing blast of a train horn brought Liam back to the moment when he had turned the last page of his diary.

“Death is at my door, but I haven’t forgotten my promise, love.
I rented this locker to store the money I’d saved for you and even ordered my tombstone with the coordinates engraved on the marble to bring you here.
I’m glad you finally found it! Good luck with your future. Love, Grandpa.”

Liam wiped away his tears and left the station with the money in his rucksack. When he got home, his dad was furious. “Where the hell have you been all day?” David opened the door, clutching a glass of whisky.

“I had things to do,” Liam replied, angry at his father’s betrayal and greed.

“Why don’t you get a job and start earning instead of wasting time?” David barked. “Or do you want to live off me for the rest of your life? Have you forgotten that we’re going to be homeless soon?”

The words hit Liam like a sharp slap in the face. “Seriously, Dad? We wouldn’t be homeless if you hadn’t been gambling in the casinos,” he shot back.

“How dare you?” David shouted. “If you’d done something useful instead of collecting those stupid model planes, I wouldn’t have had to support you… take out a mortgage on this house… and go bankrupt. And listen to me. We’ll move into a caravan soon and split the rent. You only stay if you pay!

Tired of arguing, Liam stormed off to his room. Deep down, he was torn between his dream and the threat of homelessness. Liam spent two sleepless nights deciding the fate of his inheritance, and the next morning he approached his father with a deal.

“Dad, wake up,” Liam jolted David awake. “I’ve got money for the mortgage and I want to give it to you.”

“MONEY?” David got to his feet with a start and sat up on the couch. “Stop fooling around, boy. Who wants the money you have saved up in your little piggy bank?”

David’s sneering stopped and his jaw dropped as Liam unzipped his rucksack and showed him the bundled dollars.

“My grandfather left me this money,” Liam said, telling of his visit to his grandfather’s grave and how he got the money. “I will give you some to keep the roof over our heads. But… I have two conditions. You only get the money if you agree. Deal?”

David smiled. He looked at Liam and the money, and his eyes never seemed to leave the bag. “What condition?” he asked.

“You have to stop gambling forever,” Liam explained. “And you have to pay the mortgage today.”

David agreed as Liam handed him a large sum of money. “I’ll be waiting for your call, Dad. Contact me as soon as you deposit the money in the bank.”

“Yeah, whatever! Stop lecturing and bossing me around, son,” David grinned and took the money.

An hour later, Liam’s phone rang and it was his dad on the other end of the line who started to bark. “What the hell, Liam? Is this some kind of prank? The money you gave me is counterfeit.”

Liam said. He cackled. “Dad, can you please come out of the building you’re in and look across the street?”

David didn’t know what was wrong until he stormed out and saw Liam standing across the street against the backdrop of the bank.

“Behind you, Dad! Behind you!” Liam gestured for his father to look behind him. David’s eyes popped out of their sockets in shock as he turned and looked up.

“Casino Royale welcomes you!” read the garish neon sign, and David was standing right underneath it.

“You’ve made your choice, Dad!” Liam laughed as he jumped into a taxi. “Now let me make mine!”

David ran after the taxi, but it was too late. Liam was disheartened by what his dad had become. He clutched the rucksack containing his grandfather’s money, every penny of it intact, to his heart and sighed.

When the taxi pulled up an hour later, Liam got out, tears in his eyes as he saw the billboard: Aviation Academy.

“I won’t let you down, Grandpa… I promise,” he whispered as he entered the campus of his dreams.

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