When I presented my grandson and his bride with a handmade gift at their grand wedding, she held it up and laughed in front of 400 guests. I turned to leave, humiliated, but then someone gripped my hand so firmly I gasped. What happened next stunned everyone.
My name’s Beatrice, but those close to me call me Bea. At 82, I thought life had run out of surprises. But what unfolded at my grandson’s wedding showed me that even at my age, the heart can still break in the most unexpected ways.
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