I have a round, antique "drum" table that once belonged to my grandmother. It was promised to me for decades until Grandma passed. Then it went to me. My greedy aunt (Dad's sister) tried taking him to court to get her mother's "antique" table. My mother brought her home, took her upstairs, and said, "Okay. Now where's that table?" She pointed to the drum table and Mom said, "Oh,no, you don't. That was promised to my daughter." I was standing right there.
Today, that table fits perfectly in my apartment's living room. It has already been promised to my youngest brother, who has already asked for it. It will go to his son when he passes - he wants it to "stay in the family".
