My Dear Grandma Left Me a Photo of Us, While My Greedy Mom and Sister Got Her House and Car – Soon I Realized How Wise She Truly Was
Some people remember their childhood like it was a dream—bike rides in the sun, family dinners full of laughter, bedtime stories with warm milk. Mine wasn’t like that. Not even close. Not until Grandma Grace saved me. My mom, Delia, spent most of her life chasing trouble. Bad men. Worse choices. And my older sister, Cynthia? She followed right behind her, like a prettier, sharper shadow—heels clicking and eyes cold as ice. Me? I was the forgotten one. The quiet kid nobody noticed. The extra piece in a broken puzzle.