She told me the couple who raised her were still her parents in every way that mattered to her memory.
“I understand,” I said.
Then she took my hand.
“But I want you in my life, Mom. Truly. I want you to know Kelly. I want her to know you.”
Her gesture—so familiar—made my chest tighten.
“That’s enough,” I whispered. “More than enough.”
Kelly had been moved to a regular ward.
Anna walked in first, adjusted her blanket, and sat beside her.
“Kelly, sweetheart,” she said gently, “this is someone very special. She’s your grandmother.”
Kelly frowned.
“My grandma? But I already have two.”
Anna smiled softly. “Yes… but she’s my mom. That makes her your grandma too.”
Kelly thought for a moment, then looked at me.
“Is that why you look like Mommy? And my other grandma is still my grandma, right?”
“Yes,” Anna said.
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