When my granddaughter Emily told me I wasn’t invited to her wedding because it was “for her friends,” my heart cracked. I had helped raise her, held her through fevers and heartbreaks, and even paid for that dream wedding dress she loved so much. She picked my birthday for her big day and smiled like it was a shared celebration. I never imagined I’d be dressed up, standing at the door, only to be turned away like a stranger.
She told me I’d kill the vibe said it with a laugh, like I wouldn’t mind being excluded from the most important day of her life. Rachel, my other granddaughter, was furious and took me away before I could fall apart right there. She surprised me with a quiet dinner, a beautiful locket, and a whispered “Happy Birthday” that meant more than anything. That night, I gave her the wedding gift I had saved for Emily my house, the one filled with every memory we shared.
