I saw something that would change everything as I stood next to my grandmother’s coffin. Victoria, my mother, put a mystery package inside in a sneaky way. This set off a chain of events that would reveal long-kept secrets.
Catherine, my grandma, was more than just a family member; she was someone I could talk to and look to for advice. Her death left a hole in my life, and it was hard for me to accept the loss.
I noticed that my mother was acting strangely at the funeral. She hadn’t talked to Grandma in years, but she seemed determined to keep something from her. I noticed the box that was wrapped in blue cloth.
As the service ended, I went to get the package, feeling both guilty and interested. When I opened it, I saw dozens of letters written by Grandma that told a shocking truth.
The letters showed that my mum had lied and been addicted to gaming in the past, which had drained Grandma’s money. In each letter, Victoria broke her promises, and Grandma did everything she could to help.
Victoria admitted she had done wrong in the last letter and bragged about using my love for her to get Grandma’s fortune.
I felt deceived, and this new reality changed the way I remembered things. I remembered times when my mom manipulated me by saying she was worried about Grandma’s health.
I called my mum and asked her to meet up. I was clear and determined. She got a bunch of blank pages and two letters with them: Grandma’s “I know what you did” letter and my own warning.
Victoria’s front fell apart as she read the words. I stood up and told my mother, “I love you, but I don’t trust you anymore.” “Always.”
She had to deal with the weight of her lies and Grandma’s truth on her own. I knew at that moment that some secrets can never be forgotten once they are buried.
