Decades later, my grandmother reappeared, expecting a warm reception. But to me, she was a stranger, disconnected from the life I knew.
She handed me a key to a bank vault, revealing my mother had passed away the week before. In the vault, I found pictures, clothes, and a letter from my mom explaining her departure.
She had been in danger from a past relationship and chose to leave to protect us.Reading her letter, I felt the void I had lived with finally begin to heal.
It was comforting to know my mother didn’t abandon me, but left to keep us safe. The inheritance she left me was not just money but a symbol of her love and hope for my future.