The Book on the Bench

My grandmother passed away five years ago, and she always read 'The Alchemist'. I was having a particularly hard day and missing her advice. I took a walk in the park to clear my head. I sat down on an empty bench. As I turned to put my bag down, I saw a copy of 'The Alchemist' sitting there. No one was around. I opened it, and on the title page, someone had written: 'To whoever finds this, may you find your treasure.' I knew she was with me.