I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

time passed, his health slowly declined.

Every Sunday he seemed a little weaker.

A little quieter.

A little more tired.

One rainy afternoon, while I tucked a blanket over his knees, he reached for my hand.

His grip was surprisingly firm.

“You gave me something I thought I’d lost forever,” he whispered.

I smiled through tears.

“What was that?”

“Family.”

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