I Called My Grandma “Just the Help” and Moved Out at 17—What I Found When I Came Back Broke Me
Never demanded gratitude. That night, I sent her money. Not much. Just enough for groceries. No note. No apology. Just a transfer. The next month, I did it again. And again. She never mentioned it. Neither did I. Years passed. I finished college. Built a life. My aunt liked to tell people she’d “saved” me….