My narrative had a gloomy beginning but a happy ending. It’s about my grandmother, who is the greatest person I’ve ever met and who essentially reared my brothers and me when our parents were divorcing. She holds great significance for us, particularly for me.
Gran-Gran threw a breakfast at her residence as a surprise before her 83rd birthday. She drew the invites by hand with unsteady hands and got up early to bake bread and pastries despite her deteriorating health. It wasn’t until a week before the event that I learned about it via her invitations.
Despite my tardiness from work on her birthday, I had a present for her. She was cleaning and pouring coffee down the sink by herself when I got there. When I inquired about everyone’s whereabouts, she tearfully acknowledged that nobody had arrived. She attempted to pretend everything was fine, and it shattered my heart.
I devised a strategy because I was furious and resolved to make up for my family’s neglect. I pretended that Gran-Gran had fallen and was in the hospital when I first called my mother. I made things more dramatic, even persuading her to send money for a fictitious hospital bill. I fed my brother and other family members the same narrative in the same way. Feeling bad about missing it, they all sent money.
To make sure Gran-Gran had the birthday she deserved, I surprised her the next day by taking her to a beach resort. I tagged the family in photos of our trip that I shared online with the message, “Best birthday ever!” My phone rang right away with calls from my family, who were upset over the lie. I hung up after politely reminding them that they had hurt Gran-Gran.
Gran-Gran praised me over and over again, saying she had the time of her life. Although they continued to ignore me, my family started attending every event after we got back. They would occasionally try to guilt-trip me, but I would counter by asking, “Would you like to talk to Grandma about this?” They constantly took a step back.
I felt bad for deceiving them, but I knew it was worth it when I saw Gran-Gran’s joyful expression. Do you believe I overreached myself? If you had been me, how would you have responded?
