I nodded eagerly, ignoring the eye rolls from my uncle across the room. He never understood why I bothered with the “old lady”.
“You’re wasting your summer, Em,” my Uncle Bill muttered. “Why don’t you come to the beach with us instead?”
I shot him a glare. “Because I actually care about my Grandma, Uncle Bill. You should try it sometime.”
As Grandma and I pruned the roses together, I couldn’t help but notice how her hands shook slightly. She was getting older, and it scared me.
“Grandma,” I gently said. “You know I love you, right?”
She paused, looking at me with those kind eyes. “Of course, sweetheart. And I love you too. More than you could ever know.”
As we headed inside, I hugged her tightly, inhaling the familiar scent of lavender and home-baked cookies clinging to her dress. Little did I know, this moment of peace was the calm before the storm.
“Emily,” Grandma said, her voice suddenly serious. “Promise me something. No matter what happens, always stay true to yourself.”
I pulled back, confused. “Of course, Grandma. But why are you saying this?”
She just smiled, that familiar twinkle in her eye. “You’ll understand someday, my dear. Now, how about we bake some cookies?”
A week before Grandma’s 89th birthday, everything changed. Dad came home, his face ashen.
“Emily,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Grandma’s in the hospital. The doctors… they said she’s lost her hearing.”
My world shattered. How could this happen? Just yesterday, we were laughing over her childhood stories.
“But… but she was fine!” I protested, tears welling up in my eyes. “We were gardening and baking and…”
Dad pulled me into a hug. “I know, sweetheart. It happened suddenly. The doctors said it’s not uncommon at her age.”
Despite the diagnosis, we decided to throw Grandma a birthday party anyway. She deserved it, deaf or not.
“We’ll make it special,” Mom said, her voice brimming with love and determination. “Emily, why don’t you make a photo album? I’m sure Grandma would love that.”
I smiled, wiping away my tears as I helped Mom set the table for dinner. “Yeah, I’ll do that. She always loved looking at old pictures.”
Fast forward to Grandma’s 89th birthday celebration, the party was in full swing, but something felt off. I sat next to Grandma, showing her pictures on my phone, when I overheard my Uncle Bill’s booming voice.
“If the house doesn’t get to us, I’m gonna fight for it in court. Don’t you understand that she’s already old and stupid?” he hissed, looking unkindly at Grandma.
I froze, my blood running cold. How could he say that about Grandma?
Aunt Sarah chimed in, her voice dripping with disdain. “Oh yeah, brother! Her words can’t be trusted. I can’t really wait to get that lovely farmhouse she owns in Boston.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. These were the same people who’d smiled and hugged Grandma just moments ago.
“Hey!” I shouted, my face burning with anger. “How can you talk about Grandma like that?”
Uncle Bill sneered at me. “Zip it up, you silly little girl. This is grown-up talk.”
I looked at Grandma, expecting to see hurt in her eyes. But instead, I saw… a glimmer of something else. Was it… amusement?
I shook my head, dismissing the thought. The poor thing couldn’t hear them, and in a way, I was glad. Their cruel words would have broken her heart.
“You okay, Grandma?” I asked, forgetting for a moment that she couldn’t hear me.
She patted my hand and smiled.
Later that night, after everyone had gone home, I found Grandma sitting in her favorite armchair, staring out the window.
“Grandma?” I said softly, approaching her.
To my surprise, she turned to look at me. “Emily, dear. Come sit with me.”
I froze. “Grandma? You… you can hear me?”
She chuckled, that familiar twinkle in her eye. “Sweetie, I know everything. Who said I was completely deaf? I can hear faintly.”
My jaw dropped. “But… but at the party… Uncle Bill and Aunt Sarah…”
“I know what they said,” she sighed. “And I know they’re all waiting for me to die.”
I hugged her tightly, tears streaming down my face. “I’m so sorry, Grandma. They’re horrible!”
She wiped my tears away. “Don’t cry, my dear. We’re going to teach them a lesson they’ll never forget.”
Over the next few days, Grandma and I plotted our plan. I bought some small recorders, and we set about capturing the true nature of our relatives.
“Remember, Emily,” Grandma said as we worked. “This isn’t about revenge. It’s about revealing the truth.”
I nodded, though part of me couldn’t help but feel a little satisfaction at the thought of exposing their true colors.
As we captured more and more of my aunts’ and uncles’ cruel words, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Their voices, dripping with greed and mockery, filled the tiny recorders:
“I can’t wait for the old bat to kick the bucket already.”
“Maybe we should help her along, you know? It’s for her own good.”
“God, why won’t she just die already? I’ve got plans for that beach house.”
Each word was like a knife twisting in my gut.
I looked at Grandma, her weathered hands trembling slightly as she listened. Her eyes, once so bright and full of life, now glistened with unshed tears.
“How can they be so heartless?” I whispered. “Grandma, these are your children. How can they say such awful things?”
Grandma reached out and squeezed my hand, her touch as gentle as ever. “Oh, my sweet Emily,” she murmured, her voice quavering. “Sometimes, the people who should love us the most are the ones who hurt us the deepest.”
Hot tears spilled down my cheeks. How could they do this to the woman who had loved them, raised them, and given them everything? Now they were circling like vultures, eagerly awaiting her death.
“Doesn’t it hurt you, Grandma?” I asked her.
She smiled sadly. “Of course it does, dear. But it also shows me who truly cares. And that’s worth more than any wealth. Remember… love is the greatest inheritance.”
A week later, Grandma passed away peacefully in her sleep. I was devastated. The funeral was a somber affair, with relatives shedding crocodile tears while eyeing Grandma’s possessions.
“Such a tragedy,” Aunt Sarah sniffled, her eyes darting around the room. “I’ll miss her so much.”
I bit my tongue, knowing what was coming.
Three days after the funeral, we all gathered at the lawyer’s office for the reading of the will.
Mr. Thompson, our family lawyer, cleared his throat. “Before we begin, I have a special request from Mrs. Rosalind.”
He placed seven small boxes and envelopes on the table, each labeled with a name. Everyone except me had one.
“Emily,” Mr. Thompson said, “your grandmother left something different for you.”
My heart raced as I watched my relatives tear into their boxes. Each one contained a small recorder.
Uncle Bill pressed play first. His own voice filled the room: “I can’t wait for the old bat to kick the bucket already.”
Aunt Sarah’s recorder was next: “God, why won’t she just die already? I’ve got plans for that beach house.”
One by one, each recorder played back the nasty things they’d said about Grandma. The color drained from their faces as they realized the truth.
Oh, you petty things! Grandma hadn’t been deaf at all.
“YOU!” Uncle Bill pointed at me, his face red with anger. “You did this!”
I stood my ground. “No, Uncle Bill. You did this to yourself. All of you did.”
As the last recording finished, I couldn’t help but smile. Grandma had outsmarted them all.
“Emily,” Mr. Thompson said, handing me an envelope. “This is for you.”
With shaking hands, I opened it. Inside was a letter in Grandma’s elegant handwriting:
“My dearest Emily,
You were the only one who saw me for who I was, not what I had. Your love was pure and unconditional. That’s why I’m leaving everything to you. Use it wisely, and always remember: love is the greatest inheritance of all.
Love,
Grandma”
Tears streamed down my face as I clutched the letter to my chest. I realized that Grandma had given me something far more valuable than money or property. She’d taught me the true meaning of love and family.
As for my relatives? They each received an envelope containing a single dollar and a note that read: “Hope this would be enough! Good luck!”
The aftermath was chaotic. Uncle Bill threatened to contest the will, but Mr. Thompson shut him down quickly.
“Mrs. Rosalind was of sound mind when she made this will,” he said firmly. “And given the evidence we’ve just heard, I’d say her decisions were well-founded.”
As we left the office, my Dad pulled me aside. “Emily, I’m so proud of you. And I’m sorry I didn’t see what was happening sooner.”
I hugged him tight. “It’s okay, Dad. Grandma knew you loved her. That’s what matters.”
It’s been ten years since that day, and I still miss my Grandma terribly. But her final lesson stays with me: love your family unconditionally, because nothing in this world is permanent. Not money, not property. Just love.
And remember, sometimes the quietest voices have the most to say. Listen closely… you never know what you might learn.
“Stop Equating Thinness With Health and Happiness,” How Lena Dunham Inspires People to Fall in Love With Their Curves and Scars
There are so many things in the world that we may admire or even get inspired by, but there’s one main thing we may want to fall in love with before we start noticing the beauty of other things. It’s our own reflection in the mirror. Among all the numerous recipes for conjuring up self-love within ourselves, psychologists advise us to never compare ourselves to others and stop caring about other people’s opinions. Actress and producer Lena Dunham knows a lot about cultivating love for her own body despite all the criticism she faced, and she happily shares her journey with us all.
Lena Dunham doesn’t accept the term “body positivity,” and here’s why.
Actress and writer Lena Dunham has recently added another string to her bow and collaborated with the brand 11 Honoré to create a plus-size clothing collection. But the very term “plus size” frustrates Lena, and so is the term “body positivity.” In one of her Instagram posts, she explains that she feels more “body tolerant” than “body positive.”
In her interview, Dunham said, “The thing that’s complicated about the body-positive movement is it can be for the privileged few who have a body that looks the way people want to feel positive. We want curvy bodies that look like Kim Kardashian has been up-sized slightly. We want big beautiful butts and big beautiful breasts and no cellulite and faces that look like you could smack them onto thin women.”
Dunham has a very special relationship with her own body.
Dunhams path to self-love started with a decade-long journey with endometriosis. Since she started her own fight against it, she has been candidly sharing how it influenced both her emotional health and her relationship with her own body image. In her Instagram post, she emotionally described how she fluctuated between loving her body and the opposite.
She wrote, “Ya know when you’re home alone, and you realize you’d be happier in a hot lil’ onesie than your ketchup and cat food stained pajamas? And it’s not about a boy or a photo shoot or a weight loss before-and-after, it’s just for the feeling of glee you get from dressing your one and only corporeal form in pleasing fabrics, the unique pleasure of admiring the twists and turns of the body that loves the heck out of you even when you don’t love it.”
Dunham is powerfully addressing all people who come to her page with criticism.
In 2021, Dunham tied the knot with musician Luis Felber. It was such a darling event for her that she wore 3 wedding dresses to marry her love and shared the photos on her Instagram. However, she started getting some “gnarly” comments in her feed from people who commented on her body and appearance. The actress didn’t hesitate for a minute to address them with a powerful message.
She wrote, “One narrative I take issue with, largely because it’s a story I don’t want other women, other people, to get lodged in their heads, is that I should somehow be criticized because my body has changed since I was last on television. […] But lastly, when will we learn to stop equating thinness with health/happiness?”
Dunham’s powerful message can be echoed in the hearts of many.
For all people who have ever hesitated about embracing their body image, Dunham has some simple yet wise advice. She says, “Of course weight loss can be the result of positive change in habits, but guess what? So can weight gain. The pics I’m being compared to are from when I was with an undiagnosed illness. In the last 4 years, I’ve begun my life as someone who aspires toward health and not just achievement.
These changes have allowed me to be the kind of sister/friend/daughter that I want to be and yes — meet my husband (who, by the way, doesn’t recognize me in those old photos because he sees how dimmed my light was). I say this for any other person whose appearance has been changed with time, illness, or circumstance — it’s okay to live in your present body without treating it as transitional. I am, and I’m really enjoying it. Love you all.”
Do you find Lena Dunham’s example inspiring? What do you love the most about your appearance?
Preview photo credit Steve Granitz / WireImage / Getty Images, lenadunham / Instagram
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