My Grandpa Raised Me Alone – After His Funeral, I Learned His Biggest Secret

“You can be anything you want, kiddo. Absolutely anything.”

But the truth was, we never had much.

No family trips, no takeout, and none of those “just because” gifts other kids seemed to get. As I grew up, I noticed an unsettling pattern emerge in my life with Grandpa.

“Grandpa, can I get a new outfit?” I’d ask. “All the kids at school are wearing these branded jeans, and I want a pair.”

“We can’t afford that, kiddo.”

That was his answer to every request for anything extra.

I hated that sentence more than anything else in the entire world.

I grew angry at him for always saying NO.

While the other girls wore trendy, name-brand clothes, I wore hand-me-downs.

My friends all had new phones, but mine was an ancient brick that barely held a charge.

It was an awful, selfish anger, the kind that made me cry hot tears into my pillow at night, hating myself for hating him, but still unable to stop the resentment.

He told me I could be anything I wanted, but that promise started to feel like a lie.

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