12/06/2025
My son married Diane following the death of his first wife, who was my granddaughter Ellie's mother.
Ellie appeared on my porch one evening, holding a notebook, with a determined FIRE IN HER EYES.
"Grandma," she declared, "I plan to create ONE HUNDRED BLANKETS for the unsheltered this winter. I taught myself to sew from videos. Can you help me, please?"
I agreed immediately. Weekends became a flurry of stitching and cutting fabric. Each finished blanket featured a TINY STITCHED HEART.
But Diane showed OPEN DISGUST whenever she saw the growing stacks. "ELLIE, THIS IS NOT A SHELTER."
Then my son went on a business trip. Diane was designated "in charge."
Ellie phoned me two days later, SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY. "Grandma—they're ALL GONE!"
I raced over. The garage stood EMPTY. Diane remained calm in the kitchen.
"Stop glaring," she commanded. "They were just fabric scraps. FILTHY GARBAGE. I did her a favor—I tidied the disaster."
Ellie ran past, CRYING HARD. "You discarded her KINDNESS," I said softly.
Diane SMIRKED. "Kindness isn't profitable. It's time for her to learn this VALUABLE lesson."
I maintained my composure. I simply SMILED. "You're absolutely correct. It's time for a lesson."
Days later, I phoned her. "Family dinner Sunday," I suggested sweetly. "You've been so busy. I want to THANK YOU PROPERLY."
She sounded SMUG. "Finally, recognition!" But she had NO IDEA what awaited her.
When she walked in, SHE SCREAMED.⬇️Full story in 1st comment👇