For her 85th birthday, a gentle, sharp-witted grandmother received gifts from her three grown sons—each determined to outdo the others.

The eldest, now a wealthy executive, bought her a sprawling mansion: marble floors, ten bathrooms, and a garden so large it needed its own staff.

The middle son, proud owner of a luxury car dealership, delivered a brand-new limousine. Custom leather seats, built-in massage system, her name embroidered in gold—the works.

The youngest son didn’t have much money, but he knew something the others forgot: his mother’s lifelong devotion to her faith.

So he searched far and wide until he found something truly extraordinary.

A parrot—trained by monks—capable of reciting the entire Bible, chapter and verse. Not only that, the bird could explain every passage like a scholar.

It cost more than his car and his apartment together, but he didn’t hesitate.

A week later, the thank-you notes arrived.

To her eldest:

“Thank you for the beautiful mansion, dear. It’s wonderful… but it’s far too big, and it echoes terribly. I’ve put it up for sale and found a lovely cottage near the park.”

To her middle son:

“Your limousine is stunning, darling, but the step is so high I nearly needed a parachute to get down. I traded it for a cute little hatchback with heated seats.”

And finally, to her youngest:

“My precious boy…

You’ve always understood my taste.

Thank you so much—

That chicken was the most delicious I’ve ever eaten!”