My grandson called me the worst grandma for not being able to give him presents, only to appear at my doorstep eight years later, begging for my forgiveness.
I grew up close to my grandson Simon, and he would visit me at my house every summer. We enjoyed each other’s company, taking walks in the park and cooking our meals together.
Our relationship suddenly changed when he grew up and had his own group of friends. He paid no attention to me and stopped calling to check on me.
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One day, when Simon was 15, I visited their house because I missed him and his mom dearly. When I got there, he ignored me and treated me coldly the entire afternoon.