At first, I didn’t think much of it. It was a kind gesture, though somewhat out of character. Grandma wasn’t one to give gift cards; she believed in hand-written letters and thoughtful gifts. A gift card seemed… impersonal, almost.
I considered donating it or regifting it to someone who might need it more. But something about it nagged at me. Maybe it was the fact that it was the last thing she ever gave me.
I handed the card to the cashier without much thought. But then — something strange happened.
She scanned the card, paused, then looked up at me with wide eyes. Her expression shifted from boredom to confusion. She scanned it again.
Then she called for the store manager.
A Secret Revealed
I was ushered into a small office behind the customer service counter. The manager — a middle-aged woman with kind eyes — sat across from me and gently asked, “Where did you get this card?”
I told her it had belonged to my grandmother, Margaret Harper.Continue reading…
