Our Granddaughter Sent Us a Note with Disgusting Text Demanding $5000 — So We Decided to Teach Her a Lesson

Jim placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “She might realize their value someday,” he said. Together, we carefully folded the quilts and placed them in a large box.

Next, we moved to the guest room where Sarah often stayed. I opened the jewelry box on the dresser, revealing the heirloom pieces I had given her. Each piece had a story, a memory attached to it. I picked up a delicate gold necklace that had belonged to my mother.

“Do you remember when I gave her this?” I asked Jim, holding up the necklace. “She wore it to her high school graduation.”