“I was never meant to be your grandmother.”
The sentence hit harder than anything before it.
My chest tightened painfully.
Like something inside me had cracked.
“I became your guardian out of love…
but not by blood.”
No.
No, that wasn’t possible.
She raised me.
She held me when I cried.
She taught me everything.
She was my grandmother.
She had to be.
I shook my head like I could force the words to change.
But they didn’t.
“I met your mother when she was just nineteen.”
My breath caught.
“She was kind. Fragile.
And already carrying a weight no one could see.”
My eyes burned.
“She came into my life unexpectedly…
and changed it forever.”
I pressed my lips together.
Tried to stay steady.
