Mom called first.
— You said she was in the hospital!
— And you said you’d be at her lunch, remember?
Then Tim.
— You tricked us!
— And you broke Grandma’s heart.
After that, no one dared miss another family gathering. Birthdays, holidays, Sunday meals—they were always there.
But the vibe had shifted. Some of them were cold toward me and tried to make me feel guilty.
Whenever they did, I’d smile and ask:
— Want to bring it up with Grandma?
That usually ended the conversation.
Even though part of me sometimes wondered if I went too far, seeing my grandmother smile that week made it all worth it.
And honestly, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
