My husband went pale the moment he saw me.
As I walked into the living room, I was stunned—I stopped in my tracks.
The entire space was in disarray, with open boxes, loose papers, and old photographs spread out all over.
My in-laws were sitting on the floor, flipping through family albums I had never seen before.
My husband looked nervous, clearly caught off guard.
“What’s going on here?” I asked, my voice trembling.
His mother stood up and said gently,
“We didn’t mean to upset you. We came to share something important. These are memories of your husband’s grandparents stories, letters, and pictures from the past. We’ve been keeping them for years, but we thought it was finally time to pass them down.”
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