The Signs Your Friend Is a Secret Millionaire and Never Told You
The jeweller with a hidden fortune
My uncle was obsessed with telling the time.
When I was born, he was already in his 70s. Whenever I went to his house, he’d always be playing with clocks. His house had clocks on every wall. Time felt different inside his tiny shack.
On the hour, all these cuckoo clocks would make various chimes. It creeped me out. I never knew what my uncle did for a living before he retired. In post-retirement he grew plants and played with clocks.
He drove an old, red Ford station wagon, never went overseas, wore cheap Kmart clothes, and played in a brass band. We got on well because he was a quirky character.
No one could quite figure him out.
Because of that, people easily dismissed my uncle. Some even insinuated that he wasn’t too smart. You’d be fooled into thinking he was poor and never made a dollar. That he was a talentless flower grower.
Then he died.
It happened only a few months after his wife passed away from a tragic accident. He was 100-something years old. I still miss him.
When it came time to divide up his estate people joked. They said all there would be was a few flowers…
