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

“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.

Her handwriting hit me harder than any of the funeral speeches.

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 going.

Before I tell you the hard thing, I want you to remember something: you were never unwanted.

Not for a single second.

And just like that, I was six again.

When I “became an orphan.”

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