Novel & Cerita My Grandmother Says She's Sorry

“I’m sorry… for being nothing more than filthy blood that tainted this pack.” “I’m sorry… it seems I won’t make it back alive…” “I’m sorry… you’ll be alone again… I’m so sorry, Grandma…” Her voice broke as she sobbed. Not because of the pain in her body. Not even because of the unbearable pain in her heart. But because she knew— her grandmother would be left alone. That thought hurt her far more than anything else. “Hurry up! Just throw her in!” “We’ll be in danger if we stay here too long!”

xiao xiao uttered as she sat back, "I…I…I'm so sorry,…" he stattered as he uttered, xiao xiao saw the tears in her grandfathers eye's, "grandpa, why are saying sorry?, it's alright, it's all my fault, so dont be sorry.. you did'nt do anything wrong, just please dont force to talk," xiao xiao uttered, but her grandfather would'nt stop saying sorry as he cries, his voice is so low and really weak, xiao xiao hugged her grandfather tightly, she did'nt know why he was crying and why he was sorry but her heart aches for him, seeing him like this makes her cry even more!

Even though at this time, maybe grandpa is the only family I have in this world. "I'm sorry grandpa, I should have visited you more often.." I lowered my head and spoke in a weak voice. I really am a bad granddaughter! Even though Grandpa kept trying to reach me, but I always pushed him away, with the excuse that I didn't want to involve him in my revenge. "Sorry grandpa, I'm really a bad granddaughter .." "Hush!" Grandpa patted my head gently, “Stop saying weird things. You know, to me you're the best granddaughter I've ever had. Even you breathing and living well already makes me very happy-”

he said. "My grandmother told me everything. She... she's not well. Dementia, you know? Sometimes she forgets where she is, who people are, but last night, she remembered. She remembered you or at least, she thought she did. That's why I'm here. To apologize for being... an ass." Nicole leaned her head to one side, fascinated by how his features softened when he spoke about his grandmother. She wanted to discard his words, hold onto her anger, but there was something so disarming about his honesty.

"She said Tristan wouldn't let her. She said if she called the police, Tristan would put me in a nursing home." Grandma lifted her head. There was no hate in her eyes. There was just sorrow with no bottom. "What did my granddaughter do wrong? She fell in love with someone who didn't deserve to be loved." I was right behind Grandma. I reached out to put my arms around her. My hand passed through her shoulder. There was nothing for me to hold. Grandma. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you bury me. I'm sorry I won't be there for your last years.

" I muttered. My brain couldn't process what was happening. "Zyah, apo," my grandmother began. "We would like to apologize for lying to you. It's true that I am sick but not that worse." "What?" My grandmother took a step closer to me. "You've been away for so long and didn't have good communication with us. We are worried about you," she said, teary-eyed. "We didn't even know where you go. You didn't bid goodbye when you left. We could only wonder every single day how are you."

I look at his heart monitor, relieved that it is beating normally. "Grandpa! Loren eyes suddenly brimmed with tears, and she held his hand. "I'm so sorry, Grandpa. It's all my fault. If you didn't try to save me, this wouldn't happen to you. I'm so sorry, Grandpa." She cried. "It's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself." I whispered. She sniffled, wiping her tears. It broke my heart to see her tear up and blame herself for what she didn't do. I'll make sure that woman will pay.

My grandmother's persuasion adds another layer of complexity to my already complicated emotions. "I know that he was with you last night," my grandmother grins mischievously, and I can't help but scoff, unimpressed by her skills of finding out. "Now I know that you are a sorceress," I joke, trying to lighten the mood, and we both burst into laughter. "Think about what I said. Don't pressure yourself, though," she adds, her words filled with comfort and understanding. My grandparents are incredibly loving and supportive; they handle situations with gentleness and never force their decisions on me.

The look in their eyes changed—from anger to relief too great to describe. Leo stepped forward a few paces, then lowered his head. “I’m sorry for making you panic. I should have said that I wanted to go home.” Grandma immediately hugged Leo tightly, still sobbing. “Don’t ever do that again, Darling. Do you think Grandma’s heart can handle it? But Grandma is also sorry because I should have told you about my conversation with your Great-Grandmother, Leo…” Grandpa stroked Leo’s head, his eyes moist. “This boy really made me lose ten years of my life overnight.”

"Faith, don't be rude to your grandmother." I tried to wipe the sauce off my face, but Faith merely laughed louder and repeated in Datrenan, "What an idiot!" I burned with humiliation. "Faith, didn't I tell you to use Cathayan at home? I don't understand other languages." Alas, she just rolled her eyes at me and complained to my son, Noah Chapman, "Dad, Grandma's so dumb. I don't want to sit with her."