I raised my grandson from the age of two after his parents disappeared from his life. He became my whole world, and I became his.
At twelve, his mother suddenly returned and took him away, leaving me with nothing but silence and heartbreak.
Years later, on his 18th birthday, he came back.
He told me he had chosen to return home and had even arranged a new place so we could live together again—because no distance could replace the bond we shared.
Now we have our time back, and every moment feels like healing what was once lost.