Children often say what’s on their minds, sometimes without realizing how their words might affect others. Whether it’s a simple comment or a direct confession, what kids say can sometimes reveal more than anyone expected.
The Story:
My 8-year-old daughter gave me a letter she wrote for “Grandma.” The thing is, she’s never met my mom because we had a big fight years ago, and I never talked about her. The letter described memories I had forgotten—like picnics at the park and baking cookies together. I asked my daughter how she knew these things, and she just said, “I remember.”
This really affected me, so I contacted my mom after all these years. Now, we’re trying to rebuild our relationship, all because of that letter.
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