To everyone around her, Cheryl was the definition of a perfect grandmother.
She never forgot birthdays.
Every Christmas she knitted Nathan a sweater by hand.
She attended every school play, every soccer game, every piano recital.
Nathan adored her.
Whenever someone asked who his favorite person was, he’d grin and answer without hesitation.
« Grandma. »
I never felt jealous.
I was grateful.
Or at least…