My Granddaughter Ignored My Handmade Gift—But The Next Day, I Found It In Pieces

November 5, 2025 by admin

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The Heartbreaking Discovery

The next morning, I drove over to drop off a container of food I’d promised Maris, who always appreciated leftovers. As I pulled up, her garage bin was already on the curb. Something soft caught my eye near the top—my wrapping paper. And when I looked closer, there it was. My blanket. It was unfolded, torn down one side, with the yarn unraveling like guts. It was a terrible sight.

I didn’t even knock on the door. The sight was so upsetting that I just stood there, hands shaking, tears running down into my collar. I managed to leave the food, got back in my car, and drove home, my heart aching. That night, I didn’t sleep at all.

Waiting and Wondering

The next few days were quiet. There were no calls, no messages. The pain felt like something sharp under my ribs. I tried not to be petty, but the sting was real. I had raised that girl. I babysat her while Maris worked two jobs. I taught her to braid, to bake. And when her friends ditched her in seventh grade, it was my arms she cried into. Did a car mean more than those shared years? Than me?