MY SON-IN-LAW CALLED ME A “Smelly Saleswoman” AND WAS BANNED FROM MY GRANDSON’S PARTY — BUT HE DIED WHEN HE OPENED MY GIFT OF LAND WORTH MILLIONS

Aling Rosa has been a fish seller at the market for 30 years. Although she stinks every day, her job is honorable. What many don’t know is that she invested her income from selling fish and her inheritance from her parents in land.

Her son Mike is Clarissa’s husband. Clarissa is an artist and a social climber. She has done nothing but belittle Aling Rosa.

“Mike,” Clarissa always complained. “Tell your mother not to come to this house, okay? The smell of fish sticks to my sofa! It’s disgusting!”

The 7th birthday of Aling Rosa’s only grandson, Baste, arrived.

Aling Rosa called Mike. “Son, what time should I go to Baste’s party? I’m bringing lechon.”

Clarissa grabbed the phone.

“Hello, Ma?” Clarissa replied firmly. “Don’t go. This is an exclusive party at the hotel. My guests are all rich people. It would be embarrassing if you came smelling like a market. Just send me a gift, if you have any.”

Clarissa hung up the phone on her mother-in-law.

It hurt Aling Rosa, but she accepted it so she wouldn’t start a fight.

At the Party.

Clarissa was wearing a gown, feeling like Donya. She was bragging to her friends.

“You know, we really want to buy Hacienda Verde in the province. It’s 50 hectares! But the owner doesn’t want to sell it. If we can buy it, we’ll be the richest people here,” Clarissa said while drinking wine.

Suddenly, a Delivery Rider arrived.

“Delivery for Baste! From Grandma Rosa!” shouted the rider.

The guests fell silent.

Clarissa approached, looking very worried. “What is that? Maybe it’s a complaint or something? My mother-in-law is really stressing me out!”

Clarissa took out a large Red Envelope. It was heavy and thick.

“Open it, Clarissa! Maybe it’s money!” her friends teased.

“Where are you,” Clarissa laughed. “Only coins will do.”

Clarissa tore the envelope open in front of everyone.

When she pulled out the contents, it wasn’t money.

But a Land Title (Land Title).

Clarissa read the details. Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped.

What was written:

“Transfer Certificate of Title: HACIENDA VERDE. Area: 50 HECTARES.”

This was the land she had dreamed of buying! The land she had been longing for!

“O-Oh my God!” Clarissa screamed. “Ours?! Did your mother buy it for us?!”

The guests shouted in envy. “Wow! Your mother-in-law’s wealth!”

But a small note fell from the envelope.

Mike picked it up and read it aloud into the microphone for everyone to hear.

“Happy Birthday, my grandson Baste. I’m sorry if Grandma can’t come because your party might stink.

This is my gift to you. The 50 Hectares of Hacienda Verde. I bought it last month.

BUT THERE IS A CONDITION: This title is EXCLUSIVELY in the name of Sebastian ‘Baste’ Cruz. His parents have no right to sell, mortgage, or benefit from the income of this land until my grandson turns 21 years old. The income from the hacienda will go directly to Baste’s Trust Fund.

Love, Grandma Rosa (The Smelly Fish Vendor).”

Silence.

Clarissa looked at the title. It was in the name of Baste.

That meant she couldn’t get anything even with a blink of an eye. The wealth was right in front of her, but she couldn’t touch it. The woman he scolded and banned from the party was the owner of his dream.

“N-No…” Clarissa whispered. “Too bad… too bad…”

Because of the overwhelming regret and shock, Clarissa’s eyes rolled around.

BLAG!

Clarissa fell to the floor. Fainting from the overwhelming stress and regret.

The guests were in a commotion. Mike just smiled while holding the title. He knew this was his mother’s way of teaching her husband a lesson and ensuring the future of her grandson.

In the end, Aling Rosa remained a simple saleswoman, but she was the one who held true power—the power to give and withhold from people who didn’t know how to respect.