Before I could even respond, she turned around, walked to her car, and drove away.
Just like that.
No explanation.
No goodbye.
The boys stood there quietly, holding hands.
Jeffrey looked up at me and asked, “Grandma, are we staying here tonight?”
My heart broke.
“Yes,” I said softly. “You’re staying here.”
And from that moment on, they never left.
Raising two toddlers at sixty-three wasn’t easy.
I worked double shifts at a small grocery store during the day and packaged homemade tea blends at night.
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