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

That first night, she made pancakes for dinner.

“Pancakes are for emergencies,” she said, flipping one that came out shaped like a blob.

“And this counts.”

I laughed, even though my throat hurt.

That’s how we started.

Life with Grandma was small and busy.

She worked mornings at the laundromat. Nights cleaning offices. Weekends hemming jeans at the kitchen table while I did homework.

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