I Rejected Billions for Three Matches

Summary

When my grandfather died, he left behind two things: a multi-billion dollar inheritance, and three simple matchsticks.

“You and your sister may each choose one,” the lawyer said, his voice echoing in the sterile office. “Mindy, as the eldest, you choose first.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, I chose the billions. My adopted sister, Nicole, was left with the three matches.

I never imagined those matches held the power of prophecy. That by striking one and making a wish, it would come true.