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

Not even Maris, who had been so busy coordinating the photo booth. I left quietly before dessert. Didn’t even say goodbye.

The next morning, I went by to drop off a container of food I’d promised Maris, who always appreciated leftovers. Her garage bin was already on the curb. Something soft caught my eye near the top—my wrapping paper.

And when I looked closer, there it was. My blanket. Unfolded, torn down one side, yarn unraveling like guts.

I didn’t even knock on the door. I just stood there, hands shaking, tears running down into my collar. Then I left the food, got back in my car, and drove home.Continue reading…