She offered me a small, quiet smile and held out the bag. The words “World’s Best Grandma” boldly printed across a pair of slippers made me smile, but also broke my heart.
It was an ordinary Wednesday when I received an unexpected knock on the door. I wasn’t expecting visitors, and as I walked over to open it, a small wave of unease washed over me. Standing there, frail and shuffling on her feet, was my mother. Her snow-white hair, carefully pinned into a neat bun, framed … Read more