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

Then I made tea I didn’t want, because that’s what she would have done. Kettle on. Two mugs. Even though one of us was very much gone.

When I finally opened the envelope, her handwriting hit me harder than any of the speeches at the funeral.

And just like that, I was six years old again.

My girl, it began.

If you’re reading this, my stubborn heart finally gave up. I’m sorry to leave you alone again.

Again?

I frowned, but kept reading.

Before I tell you the hard thing, I want you to remember something: you were never unwanted. Not for a single second.

The kettle whistled. I poured the water, sat down, and kept reading.

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