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

“His mom’s ex found it. He’s… not a good man. He tore it apart when he saw it.”

She looked miserable.

“I was gonna tell you. I didn’t know how. I didn’t think you’d believe me.”

I didn’t say anything.

I picked up the yarn. My stitches, my effort, all undone. But then I looked at her.

Really looked. She wasn’t being cold. She was being nineteen.

Torn between gratitude and embarrassment. Trying to help, trying to please everyone. Not knowing how to say, Grandma, I didn’t mean to hurt you.

I put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched. “I’m not mad,” I said softly.

“I just wish you’d told me sooner.”

She nodded, silent tears falling. Then she did something she hadn’t done in a long time—she hugged me. Tight.

After that, brunch was quieter. No music, no decorations. Just eggs, fruit, and conversation.Continue reading…