My Grandmother Says She's Sorry Novels & Stories

she cried. Wait, she’s crying? My grandmother doesn’t cry. At least to my knowledge. “Grandma…. It’s okay. Please don’t cry.” I said, hugging her back, wanting to comfort her. “She’ll be okay, dear. Those are tears of frustration. She so badly wants to hurt your father, but I’ve told her not to so we could do things legally.” grandfather explained. I chuckled. Of course, they are tears of frustration.

She nodded her head and smiled at me. “I love this. Seeing all my children happy and together. If anything had happened to me, I would have been at peace,” Granny said with joy in her voice. “Granny stop!” Arnou and I whined in unison. She laughed a bit and adjusted her head on her pillow. “Daciana darling, I know I haven’t said this before. But I’m deeply sorry,” Granny said sadly. “Sorry about what? You have nothing to be sorry about,” I responded to her as I bent low and pressed her hand lightly.

I just stared at her. “I just… I wanted to say I’m sorry,” she continued quickly. “If I disrespected you in the past. Grandma Evelyn told me I should try to make peace, and… well, she’s right. So, here I am.” I folded my arms. “With cake?”

With a gentle voice, she began to speak, "Grandma, I apologize for all the chaos that has happened in our family. I didn't mean to cause this trouble." Grandma Sofi looked into Lisa's eyes with a compassionate gaze. She could sense the vulnerability and sadness behind Lisa's apology. Gently, she touched Lisa's shoulder and said, "Lisa, you don't need to apologize. We're all involved in this situation, and what's most important now is that we work together to resolve it." Lisa felt relieved to hear the understanding words from Grandma Sofi. She knew that despite the complexity of the situation, they could still rely on each other's support and love. With a light heart, Lisa promised to work t

They walked together until they got to the Roo where the grandma was and they entered. “Grandma” May called and quickly ran toward her. The grandma smiles brightly on seeing May. “I’m sorry Grandma” May cried and the grandma nodded her head. “It’s okay my daughter” the grandma reassured with a smile. “I…I’m sorry..” the man who had pushed the grandma apologized with a stammered voice and the grandma shifted her gaze to her. “I’m sorry once again” He apologized again. “It’s okay, you should be happy nothing happened to me or else my children and my grandchildren would’ve bitten you alive,” she said with a little smile.

She replied. Why is she so shameless? I wondered. Shaking my head in pity. When we got to the garden, my grandmother looked at me as she stopped in her tracks. “The reason I called you is to apologize for all my wrongdoings.” She said as tears flowed down her cheek. “I know that's why the heavens are punishing me this way.” She went on her knees. “I have never known one moment of peace. Just when I thought everything was going as planned. Your aunt came back, she has been disgracing the Torres family everywhere she goes. Please forgive me, darling! I will go to your mother's grave and also ask for her forgiveness.”

"Grandma, I miss you. I miss you correcting me. I miss you supporting me. I'm sorry for what I said. I...it was very foolish of me to be so insensitive and demean the love you shared with Grandpa. I know you loved him as much as you love Dad and me. You're one hell of a strong woman, and you might not know this, but I always wondered if I'll ever meet a woman like you and fall in love with her. One who is so fiercely protective and justifiably stubborn, yet so loyal and loving and caring with the kindest heart, mankind will consider a blessing to be among them." I barely cried, but the consequences of my actions...and inactions hit me so hard. Plus, right here, right now, I was the little bo

"I gave her leave." "That isn't enough either." "What else do you want me to do?" She smiled. “The obvious thing. Apologize." I looked away and Grandmother laughed softly. "There it is." "What?" "That expression. The one that says you know you're wrong." "I'm not wrong." "You really are your grandfather's grandson." I frowned and folded my arms. "I'll handle it." She stood up. "If you won't give me Klaire's number...I'll find it myself."

She gestured. Letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, hurried to the other side of Grandmother and let her embrace me. “Grandmother, I’m sorry for ruining your birthday,” I apologized. “No no.” She pulled away to pat my hair. “I should be the one apologizing. The Whitmore family has done so much harm to you. I never expected that my grandson would be such a man. He was always respectful.” My head fell. She continued. “He treated you so well. But all of those were pretence? Is that all there is to the story? Is there more I need to know? Tell me everything, poor child.”

These questions plagued my mind, adding another layer of apprehension to an already distressing situation. As I gazed upon my grandparents, a profound sense of guilt and remorse washed over me, consuming my every thought and emotion. In a hushed and trembling voice, I whispered to them, desperately seeking their understanding and forgiveness, "I'm so sorry." My heart ached with the fear that my confession would drive them away, leaving me utterly alone. The weight of my words hung heavily in the air, suffocating the room as I braced myself to disclose the unimaginable torment that had plagued my existence. "Dear child, rest assured that we will always be by your side, no matter the circumsta