
07/15/2025
My name is Margaret and I'm 71. When my husband died, my world fell apart. The only thing that kept me going was my grandson, Timmy. This sweetest boy brought a smile back into my life! But six months ago, my son and DIL cut me out of their lives, forbidding me from seeing him. No explanation, nothing — they just shut me out. I hadn't cried so much since my husband's funeral. My heart was breaking.
Days ago, I went to them again. My DIL opened the door, already blocking my way. "I told you, Margaret. You're not welcome here. Timmy doesn't want to see you either!" Before I could say a word, she slammed the door in my face! Gosh, tears welled up in my eyes. I turned to leave, but suddenly, I heard a voice from the second floor. My little Timmy!
"Grandma, catch! It's REALLY IMPORTANT!" he shouted and threw a paper airplane from the window. Then, just as quickly, he disappeared.
I picked the plane up, overwhelmed. But when I opened it... Oh Dear Lord, I froze. WHAT THE HELL?!