My Granddaughter Ignored My Handmade Gift—But The Next Day, I Found It In Pieces

I’d spent three months on that blanket. My fingers ached by the end of each day, but I didn’t mind. I used leftover yarns I’d saved over the years—some from when she was a baby, others from blankets I’d made her mother and aunties.

It wasn’t store-bought perfect, but it was full of stories, memories. Love.The graduation party was beautiful—white tents, catered food, and a DJ spinning ‘90s throwbacks. Her mom, my daughter Maris, had gone all out.

People laughed, danced, took pictures. When Leilani’s other grandma, Sheryl, pulled up in that silver SUV, keys in hand, people actually clapped. Leilani screamed, hugged Sheryl, cried a little.

And when she saw my gift bag, she smiled politely, said, “Aw, thank you, Grandma,” and handed it off to someone without even opening it. I stood there, still holding my plate. No one noticed.Continue reading…