26/10/2025
I threw my grandma out of my wedding for bringing a dirty bag of walnuts — two days after she died, I opened it and collapsed.
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I (22F) grew up more in my grandma's house than my parents'. They worked insanely long hours, so she basically raised me.
Her place was old, creaky, smelled of lavender and dust — but it was safe. Every evening, she'd hand me walnuts she'd already cracked, SO I WOULDN'T GET MY LITTLE HANDS DIRTY.
She'd smile and say, "Eat these, sweetheart. They'll make your heart stronger." (I was born with a heart defect.)
She was EVERYTHING to me… back then.
But as I got older, I changed. Designer clothes, expensive vacations, luxury — that became my world. Grandma's house felt "old." I started visiting less. I even complained about the "old people smell" in her house. Writing this now makes me want to puke.
Fast forward: I got engaged to a wealthy guy, planned a huge luxury wedding. The guests: lawyers, influencers, business owners. My mom begged me to invite Grandma.
"She raised you, Rachel. Please just invite her."
I didn't want to — she didn't "FIT IN" — but I finally agreed.
She showed up in a faded blue dress, clutching a RAGGEDY CLOTH BAG. My cheeks burned with EMBARRASSMENT. She pressed it into my hands:
"Open this soon, dear! It's my gift. There's a SURPRISE inside!"
I peeked inside: walnuts. Old, dusty walnuts.
I snapped. "Seriously? What kind of surprise is this?! IT'S JUST A DIRTY BAG OF WALNUTS! YOU SHOW UP WITH… TRASH?! And couldn't you WASH YOUR HANDS?!"
She looked down.
"You're embarrassing me. Just… LEAVE!" I yelled.
And she did. Slowly, silently. My mom cried. I didn't care.
Two days later, my grandma called me, like she wasn't heartbroken, and reminded me to open the bag. I brushed it off and told her I would call her later. Of course, I didn't.
Later, she called me again: "Did you open my gift?"
I told her not to bother me with stupid things.
Two months later, the call came. SHE WAS GONE.
At her funeral, memories came rushing back: her laugh, her warm hands wiping my face after eating walnuts. I sobbed until I couldn't breathe.
That night, while driving home, I couldn't stop crying. I wanted to return home as soon as possible to open THE BAG OF WALNUTS, but I crashed.
When I woke in the hospital, bruised and broken, the first words out of my mouth were:
"PLEASE! BRING ME THE WALNUTS!"
My husband did. I CRACKED one open on the bed.
When I saw what was inside, I screamed, "WOW!"⬇️⬇️⬇️
