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.
The tea started as a hobby—herbal recipes I learned from my mother. But people at the farmers’ market loved them.
Little by little, the business grew.
Soon I had a small website.
Then a warehouse.
Then employees.
Today my tea company ships across the country.
But none of that matters as much as those boys.
Jeffrey is thoughtful and quiet. He loves books and science.
George is outgoing and fearless. He makes friends everywhere he goes.
Together, they filled my house with laughter again.
For ten years, Vanessa never called.
Not once.
No birthdays.
No holidays.
Nothing.
