Jim’s face was a mask of disappointment. “This is just plain wrong,” he said, his voice heavy with sadness. “We’ve given her so much, and this is how she repays us?”
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I could feel my heart breaking, but underneath the hurt, a spark of resolve was growing. “We can’t let this go,” I said firmly. “She needs to understand that her actions have consequences.”
Jim nodded slowly. “You’re right. She needs to learn gratitude and respect. But how do we make her see that?”
We decided to gather everything we had ever given Sarah. The decision weighed heavily on our hearts, but we knew it was necessary. We began in the attic, where we stored many precious items over the years.
A messy attic | Source: Midjourney
“Start with the quilts,” Jim suggested quietly, opening a large cedar chest. The quilts I had spent months making for Sarah were folded neatly inside. I ran my fingers over the intricate patterns, remembering the countless hours I had put into each stitch.
“These quilts were made with love,” I said softly, tears threatening to fall. “I thought she cherished them.”
The grandma looks at the quilt she made | Source: Midjourney
Jim placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “She might realize their value someday,” he said. Together, we carefully folded the quilts and placed them in a large box.
Next, we moved to the guest room where Sarah often stayed. I opened the jewelry box on the dresser, revealing the heirloom pieces I had given her. Each piece had a story, a memory attached to it. I picked up a delicate gold necklace that had belonged to my mother.
“Do you remember when I gave her this?” I asked Jim, holding up the necklace. “She wore it to her high school graduation.”
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Jim nodded, his expression somber. “I remember. It’s a shame she left it behind.”
We carefully packed the jewelry, wrapping each piece in tissue paper to protect it. The box filled quickly with the items she had left behind over the years: the bracelet from her Sweet Sixteen, the locket she wore to prom, and the earrings she had borrowed for her first job interview.
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In the garage, we found the old bike we had bought her for her tenth birthday. It was a little rusty but still in good shape. “She loved this bike,” Jim said, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “She rode it every day after school.”
I smiled sadly, remembering the joy on her face when she first saw it. We wheeled the bike out and placed it next to the boxes.
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Finally, we gathered the photographs and mementos from family trips and holidays. There were so many memories captured in those pictures: Sarah blowing out birthday candles, opening presents on Christmas morning, and laughing during summer barbecues. Each photo was a reminder of happier times.
Jim’s eyes met mine, understanding dawning in his expression. “And the quotation?”
Elderly man comforts his wife | Source: Pexels
Jim nodded and reached for the phone. As he made the call to the bank, I started gathering all the gifts we had given Sarah over the years. It was painful, but necessary. I carefully packed the handmade quilts, the heirloom jewelry, and other cherished items into boxes. Each item reminded me of happier times, but I pushed those thoughts aside.
We also decided to withdraw our financial support for Sarah’s wedding. I contacted the wedding planner and explained our decision. She was shocked, but understood when I told her about the situation.
Elderly man talks on the phone | Source: Pexels
“We’ve always prided ourselves on being generous,” I told Jim. “But we refuse to be taken for granted.”
Next, we wrote a final letter to Sarah.
