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

Suddenly, status at school was measured in cars.

Who drove. Who got dropped off.

Who climbed out of something shiny and who had bus pass ink smudged on their fingers.

I was firmly in the last group.

“Why don’t you just ask her?” my friend Leah said. “My parents helped me get one.”

“Because my grandma counts every grape she puts in the cart,” I said. “She’s not exactly ‘car money’ kind of person.”

Still, the jealousy ate at me.

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