I Thought My Granddaughter Didn’t Invite Me to Her Wedding — The Real Reason Brought Me to Tears
I raised my granddaughter Lizzie while my daughter worked long hospital shifts. I packed her lunches, braided her hair, and tucked her in each night with stories of brave girls and magical kingdoms. She called me “Mama” before ever saying “Mom,” and our bond was something I thought nothing could break. Even when she moved…