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

Sunday tea with too much sugar. Card games where she “forgot” the rules whenever I started losing.

Library trips where she’d pretend to browse for herself and then end up in the kids’ section next to me.

At night, she’d read aloud even when I could have just read to myself.

Sometimes she’d nod off mid-chapter. I’d take the book, mark the page, and tuck a blanket over her.

“Role reversal,” I’d whisper.

“Don’t get smart,” she’d mumble, eyes still closed.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was ours.

And then I turned 15 and decided it wasn’t enough.

Everything changed when the parking lot did.

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