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

They opened accounts I never agreed to.

I went to a lawyer. I had things changed. I made sure, on paper, you were my responsibility and my heir.

Your parents did not like that.

The night you stayed with Mrs.

Keller, they came over drunk and angry. Your father was very angry.

The police came. The forged papers came out.

The money trail came out. The judge called it fraud and assault.

Your parents went to prison.

My parents.

Alive.

Somewhere.

I had spent 26 years lighting candles for dead people who weren’t actually dead.

You were six, she wrote. Old enough to ask questions.

Too young to carry those answers.

I had a choice.

I could tell you that the people who made you chose money over you, hurt me, and went to jail.

Or I could tell you they died quickly in a car and that none of it was your fault.

I chose the story that let you sleep.

If you hate me for that, I understand.

Tears were dripping onto the paper.

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