My grandson was moving out, and though I wished I could give him something grand, my budget was tight. Instead, I created a heartfelt photo album filled with family pictures and handwritten notes capturing moments we cherished. When I handed it to him, he barely glanced at it before returning to packing. I smiled so he wouldn’t see the disappointment in my eyes. Still, my heart ached, wondering if the gift meant anything to him at all.
The next morning, my daughter called with emotion in her voice, telling me to check my front porch. Confused, I opened the door and found a neatly wrapped package with my grandson’s familiar handwriting. Beside it was a small note addressed to me. My hands trembled as I peeled away the tape, unsure of what he wanted to say. The uncertainty made my heart beat a little faster.
