I Made a Wedding Dress for My Granddaughter – What Happened to It Hours Before the Ceremony Was Unforgivable

But kids aren’t stupid. She knew. And when the truth finally came out, she climbed into my lap and whispered, “Don’t leave me like Mommy and Daddy, Grandma.”

“Never, sweetheart,” I promised, pressing my lips to her hair. “You’re stuck with me now.”

Raising a child at my age wasn’t what I’d planned. My knees screamed every time I bent down to tie Emily’s shoes. My pension barely covered groceries, let alone school supplies and dance classes. There were nights I sat at the kitchen table, staring at bills I couldn’t pay, wondering if I was enough.

But then Emily would shuffle out in her too-big nightgown, crawl into my lap with a storybook, and say, “Read to me, Grandma?”

And I knew. She was my reason to keep going.

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Years flew by. Suddenly, my little girl graduated high school, then college, and then brought home a young man named James who looked at her like she hung the moon.

“Grandma,” she said one Sunday afternoon, her cheeks flushed pink. “James asked me to marry him.”

I dropped the dish I was washing. “What did you say?”

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