My grandma was known for being incredibly careful with money. Every penny mattered to her, and she had a way of making frugality feel like an art. Growing up, I used to tease her for saving every receipt, reusing jars, and never missing a single sale. When she passed away, I found a small envelope among her things with my name written on it in her familiar handwriting. Inside was a $50 gift card — simple, yet so very her.
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