I Gave $2 to an Elderly Woman at the Store — the Next Day, a Note Appeared on My Locker at Work

I have space. And Evelyn trusts me.”

Marissa studied me. “Okay.

Let’s start the paperwork.”

I filled out the paperwork to be Rosie’s temporary guardian first. It took weeks of evaluations, background checks, and home inspections.

There were nights I thought I was insane.

But then I’d visit Rosie, and she’d reach for me, and I’d know.

Evelyn moved into assisted living with regular meals and medical care.

When everything was approved, we all met — me, Hannah, Evelyn, and nine-month-old Rosie.

Rosie patted my face with her little hands.

Evelyn watched, tears streaming. “I can’t give her what she needs.

But you can.”

“You’ll always be her great-grandmother,” I said. “Always.”

Evelyn touched Rosie’s cheek. “Promise me she’ll know where she came from.”

“I promise.”

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