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

“Nope,” I muttered.

“Absolutely not.”

Then I made tea I didn’t want because that’s what she would’ve done. Kettle on, two mugs out of habit, even though one of us was very much dead.

“You’ll rot your teeth, bug,” she’d always say when I put too much sugar in.

“You like it that way too,” I’d remind her.

“Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” She’d sniff.

The kettle whistled. I poured.

Sat down. Finally opened the envelope.

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