I Knitted a Blanket from My Late Mom’s Sweaters for My Baby Brother – My Stepmother Threw It in the Dumpster, but Then My Grandma Made Her Regret It
They didn’t.
“If you do, you’ll be out of this house. Understand?”
Andrew woke up again after midnight. I had barely fallen asleep when his crying started again.
I changed his diaper, rocked him, and whispered, “It’s okay, buddy. It’s okay.”
By the third time, I felt like a zombie. My eyes burned from exhaustion.
When my alarm rang for school the next morning, I almost cried.
I dragged myself to the bus stop while yawning every few steps. Melissa stood on the porch, watching me leave. She looked pleased.
My eyes burned from exhaustion.
***
At school, I could barely stay awake.
My best friend, Lily, nudged my arm. “Hey, are you okay?”
I shook my head.
At lunch, I told her everything.
Lily stared at me with wide eyes. “That’s insane!”
“I don’t know what to do. Melissa told me that if I tell Grandma, she’ll kick me out.”
“That’s insane!”
“You can’t live like this,” Lily said firmly.
“What choice do I have?”
“Tell your grandmother.”
I hesitated.
“Your grades are going to crash if you keep losing sleep,” Lily advised. “That punishment could last forever if no one stops it.” She lowered her voice. “Besides, if they actually kick you out, wouldn’t your grandmother take you in?”
“Tell your grandmother.”
Slowly, I nodded.
Lily sat back. “Then there you go.”
***
By the time the final bell rang that afternoon, my decision had been made.
Instead of going home, I took a taxi straight to Grandma’s house.
The moment she opened the door and saw my face again, her expression darkened.
“What happened now?”
I burst into tears again and told her everything.
My decision had been made.
Grandma listened. When I finished, she muttered, “I really didn’t want to do this.” For the second time in a few days, she grabbed her keys. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” I asked weakly.
“Back to your house. This time we’re finishing the conversation.”
***
Melissa was home when we arrived. She sat on the couch, holding Andrew.
The moment she saw Grandma, her eyes widened. “What are you doing here?”
“This time we’re finishing the conversation.”
Grandma stepped inside calmly. “I told you yesterday. This house belongs to me. I showed you the title deed.”
Just then, the front door opened again. Dad walked inside.
He froze when he saw everyone gathered in the living room. “What’s going on?”
Grandma addressed Melissa. “Do you want me to share the truth about how the two of you got together?”
Dad frowned.
Grandma folded her arms. “I knew Melissa had her sights on you long before your wife died.”
“Do you want me to share the truth?”
Dad stared. “What are you talking about?”
Grandma spoke calmly but firmly. “Claire told me everything before she passed away. Melissa stopped being her friend because she kept flirting with you whenever she visited.”
Melissa’s face flushed. “That’s ridiculous.”
Grandma smirked. “Claire confronted her months before Andrew was born.”
Dad’s expression changed slowly. “Wait… what?”
“Claire told me everything before she passed away.”
“She told me she felt betrayed,” Grandma continued. “She said Melissa made her uncomfortable whenever she visited.”
Dad looked stunned. “I had no idea.”
Grandma sighed. “The stress from that situation didn’t help during her pregnancy.”
Dad’s face went pale. “You think…?”
“I’m saying your wife deserved peace during that time,” Grandma replied.
“She felt betrayed.”
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