Chapter 11 - My Twins Asked Why Their Grandmother Had Bruises, and I Gave Them the Truth They Could UnderstandNoah and Lily were three now.
They remembered more than I expected.
One evening, Lily touched my mother's arm.
“Grandma hurt?”
Mom smiled.
“Not anymore.”
“Who hurt you?”
I looked at my mother.
She nodded.
So I told them carefully.
“Someone was unkind to Grandma.”
Lily frowned.
“Why?”
“Because some people forget that being older doesn't mean being weak.”
Noah hugged Grandma.
“I'm strong.”
Everyone laughed.
“Yes,” Mom said.
“You are.”
That night, after the twins went to bed, Mom looked at me.
“You protected them.”
I smiled.
“You protected me first.”
She shook her head.
“I only did what mothers do.”
I hugged her.
“You did more than that.”
She kissed my forehead.
“Then promise me something.”
“What?”
“Never let what happened to us make you bitter.”
May you like
I thought about it.
“I promise.”
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