WHAT MY GRANDMA BOUGHT BEFORE SHE PASSED AWAY!

She didn’t answer.

That night, she died in her sleep.

When my mom called the next morning, her voice was already breaking. I didn’t cry right away. I just sat there, numb, scrolling through our chat, staring at that last unanswered message.

Later, I drove to her apartment to help sort through her things. She’d always lived simply—a one-bedroom place on the edge of town, filled with crocheted blankets, faded photos, and the soft scent of lavender.

On the kitchen table sat a small box, neatly wrapped with a thin blue ribbon. Beside it was a folded note with my name on it.

“Thank you for remembering me.”

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