After Grandma’s death, my mother showed up at my door, not to apologize, but because Jason had finally found out about me through a message Grandma sent before she passed. He was furious with her lies and wanted to meet me. My mother begged me to help her fix it,
I didn’t help her. But I did meet Jason — and he wasn’t like her. He was kind, honest, and hurt by the truth. Over time, we built the bond our mother tried to destroy. When she showed up again, neither of us answered. She made her choice 22 years ago. Now we had made ours.Grandma gave me more than love — she gave me a future, and in her final act, she gave me back a brother.