My Stepsister Demanded a Custom Cake from My Grandma – Then Tried to Return It Half-Eaten for a Refund

And Grandma?

She was just “the old lady who made too much food.”

I tried to tune it out. I really did. But some things plant themselves deep in your ribs and don’t let go.

So when I won $50,000 on a scratch-off ticket this spring, I didn’t even hesitate.

A chunk went straight to Grandma. Specifically, to her lifelong wish: a cozy little bakery she used to daydream about when I was a kid, drifting off to sleep with the smell of sugar cookies in the air and soft jazz playing on the radio.

We painted it soft yellow. Lace curtains fluttered in the windows, the smell of cinnamon rolls hit you the second you opened the door, and the chalkboard menu changed with the seasons.

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