Emma stared at it, confused.
Then Carol said, with a satisfied smile, “I just wanted her to have a family photo that actually makes sense.”
That’s when I understood.
This was no gift. It was a statement—a cruel way of saying Emma didn’t belong.
I was ready to erupt. So was Brian. But before either of us could speak, Emma calmly set the frame down and looked straight at Carol.
Her voice, soft and brave, broke my heart.
“You don’t love me, Grandma. And that’s okay. I know you want Daddy to have a better family, not one with someone like me. Kids at school say that sometimes, too. I just hoped one day you might love me back.”
Silence fell over the yard. Everyone stared at Carol, stunned.
She turned away and hurried inside.
I rushed to Emma, held her tightly. I expected tears, but she was quiet. Resigned.
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