My Grandmother Says She's Sorry Novels & Stories

“I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well.” “Grant.” She reaches over and takes my hand. “I’m so happy you’re here. I wanted to speak to you.” “What do you want to talk about, Grandmother?” “Your wife.” I purse my lips and wait, hoping this doesn’t get ugly. “I need to apologize to her,” she says, catching me off guard. “I realize now that I acted badly toward Anna. She didn’t deserve to be treated that way. So I am sorry.” “I wish I would’ve known that you wanted to apologize. I would’ve brought her with me,” I admit.

“He will. What are you going to do about your grandmother? Now that you know, she was the one behind the two incidents. What are your plans?” “I am too shocked at what she did to me to know how to respond. I can’t believe my grandmother would do such things to me because she believes you are a gold digger. If only she knew the jerk her grandson is. She would have known that you are with me because you love me, and even my money is not enough to make you stay with me.” “I am sorry for the things she did to you.” “If anyone should apologize, it should be me. My grandmother has caused you to shed a lot of tears, and I am truly sorry for that, my love.”

She bangs the door again. “Sloane dear? What’s going on? Where are you? Is Rowan not with you?” Grandpa’s agitated voice sounds on the other side of the call, and a surge of panic ignites in my chest. “I’m sorry Grandpa.” I sob softly before ending the call. He might be mad at me at first, but he would eventually get over it when he finds out about his grandchild. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and walk out of the toilet. “I’m sorry,” I bow my head and apologize to the ladies before exiting the bathroom.

I wasn’t letting her carry even a fraction of my old suffering. “She saved me this time, Cam,” I said quietly. “But she also stood there and watched most times my father beat me half to death. She only showed up today to soothe her conscience… not because she ever truly protected me.” I’d known the woman long enough to know it. “Luc—” “No, it’s okay, dear,” my grandmother whispered, her shoulders trembling. “I understand. I’m… I’m sorry I failed as a mother and as a grandmother. But please… at least give me the chance to be a great-grandmother to your babies.”

and remembering that he will come tonight makes me excited. "We.. all the 7 Gold Lifes want to apologize for letting the guard down on you. We never thought this will happen and we wanted to say sorry about Kevin too." Christian said to me and I nodded. Suddenly my grandmother put down the iPad and she sighed. I was going to take the iPad but she took it away before I could even reach it. "I still hate that boy.." "Grandmother." I said and she pouted.

“You listen to your grandpa. He is a great man, just like you will be.” “Harriet,” I cried out, seeing in her hazy eyes that her death was near. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I sobbed. I’ve done so wrong by this woman. I don’t deserve her forgiveness, but I want her to know how sorry I am.

It is seems that he will never forgive me. “I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Grandpa, and I made a mistake,” I said. I bit my lower lip to keep my tears from flowing. He closed his eyes, but he didn't move and didn't even look at me. I just bowed and smiled. Until the tears I'd been holding back flowed. Nothing compares to how I feel right now to what happened tonight. It bothers me that Grandpa was upset because of what I did.

Lay's tears started to flow. "Forgive grandma, Yael," said the old woman. It was too late when she realized that she had said the wrong name. "Grandma, why are you apologizing? Who is Yael?" Lay's eyes blinked several times. "Huh? Did grandma say Yael?" asked the old woman. Lay nodded. "Be patient with me, grandson. Grandma's memory is weak. Do not pay attention to what I said earlier, huh? That's how old people are. Sometimes, we say things that are wrong," the old woman blurted out.

I turned and my grandmother stood not too far away from me. I ran into her arms and held her tightly as I cried. “Am sorry grandma, for everything. I am so sorry.” She brushed my back comforting me. “It’s alright now sweet girl. I am fine and you have nothing to apologise for.” I broke the hug and looked at her.

She looked like a flower beaten down by a storm. “Mom!” I hurried over and took her hand. She gently patted my head, and after a long pause, finally spoke, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I’m sorry for what happened to your grandma.” “Mom, this has nothing to do with you.” I looked at her injuries and frowned. “But how did you get hurt so badly?” “Compared to Grandma’s death, my injuries are minor.”