My Grandma Raised Me Alone After I Became an Orphan – Three Days After Her Death, I Learned She Lied to Me My Entire Life

Numbers that didn’t match the patched shoes and watered-down soap.

A sticky note on one page: For your education and your first apartment. And maybe a small, sensible car if I’m not there to argue with you.

I wiped my eyes and grabbed the letter again.

We were never rich, she wrote.

But we were not as poor as you thought. Every “no” I said to junk was a “yes” I saved for your future.

Then came the part that made my skin go cold.

There is one more thing, she wrote. This is the part I fear you’ll hate me for.

You were six when they told you your parents died in a car crash.

They did not.

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