My Grandmother Says She's Sorry Novels & Stories

She was so lost looking at them when mistakenly, her eyes met with the old lady’s own, and her smile faded. She buried her face low and started playing with the hem of her dress. “It’s fine sweetheart, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” The old lady said to her and she raised her head. She sniffed in to prevent her tears from falling “I’m so sorry grandmother” she said. “Oh it’s fine,” The old lady said with a dismal wave of her hand. “Thank you for giving me four replicas of my grandson,” she said. When the kids heard this, they were stunned.

Adriana followed closely behind, her small hands reaching out now and then as if to guide or help. After a moment of quiet, his grandma cleared her throat. “Loretta, I am deeply sorry for the way I treated you years ago. When I sit and reflect, I feel truly ashamed.” Her words caught me off guard, and I felt a flutter of emotion. “I am no longer angry with you,” I said softly, meeting her eyes. “It’s all in the past, and I am just happy to share this moment with you.” I meant every word. Part of me wished my grandmother were here too, to see her great-grandchildren laughing and playing, to witness this small, peaceful happiness that felt so rare.

I couldn't forgive myself for the wrong that I had done, for hurting him so badly. "I'm sorry, Grandpa," I choked out, tears streaming down my face. "I can't believe I did this to you. I feel like such a failure. How could I have been so reckless? Please, please stop crying. I promise I'll make it right, somehow. I can't stand to see you in pain because of me." Grandpa looked up at me, shaking his head. "Don't blame yourself, kiddo," he said softly. "It's not your fault. We all make mistakes. You're still young, you're learning."

Her hands tightened, clasping each other harder, her knuckles going white. “I’m sorry, Grandpa,” she whispered, over and over again. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you…” She had truly never meant to hurt Grandpa. That had never been her intention. She had only done what she thought she needed to do to protect her daughter. She kept muttering, "I'm sorry... I didn’t mean to—" like a prayer, like maybe if she repeated it enough, it would undo everything. Grandpa sat back in his chair, running a weary hand down his face. He suddenly reached for his phone and picked it up.

She could see guilt on the people faces even though no one admitted their mistaken judgment. That was good enough for her for now. She went to her grandmother to apologize “I am sorry grand ma for spoiling your special day but I promise that I will make it up for you. I love you, always. When I am gone, remember to take good care of yourself and when you need me, I will just be a phone call away, okay.” Tears rolled on her eyes as she said those words. she thought that it will be easy to say goodbye but she was terribly wrong. This was the woman who have taken her under her care and sacrificed everything for her.

She reached for my hands and held them tightly, then lifted her other hand to stroke my cheek. “My boy,” she said, her voice trembling a little. “I am so sorry for not trusting you and allowing you to go through all this alone. I am ashamed of myself for being a bad Grandmother.” “Grandma, stop.” I sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed her hand gently. “I am not blaming you. You did what you felt was right. Anyone else would have done the same. So I am not angry with you. Besides, if I was angry, I would not be coming here every morning to see you.”

He met the grandmother and apologized, "I'm sorry, I couldn't find Judy." "You did your best," the grandmother leaned on her cane, she couldn't blame anyone: "If you want to blame, blame me. At that time, I should have let Judy get on the speedboat first, and she wouldn't have had an accident. I'm old enough, I should be the one to die." Mentioning Judy, the grandmother was heartbroken and couldn't help crying. I really don't know how to face it when Lewis wakes up. ... One month later.

I can't help but feel guilty and sorry for her. "What are these expressions?" she scolded me with a mouthful of food, and I instantly remembered what she used to tell me... 'Never feel sorry for anyone because no one wants to be in a sorry situation.' "Sorry, gramma," I said cheekily, and she rolled her eyes.

I said before answering the phone and turning away to stare through the glass walls at the cars driving by and the walking pedestrians. "Grandma." I greeted. "Romano, how are you?" Her tender voice came from the other line. "I'm good, thank you. How are you?" "Well, I can't say I'm doing good. You know, when you get to my age, your bones become weak and you feel sore almost everyday like you are one step away from meeting the creator." She said, to which I sighed. "Nana, what did I say about talking like that?" "I know. I know. I'm sorry, darling. I was just being honest. I'm sorry, I won't say stuff like that again, promise."

Yet now, it felt as if every one of my efforts had been turned into some cruel joke. In that instant, fragments of my past life surged back, replaying themselves before my very eyes. It felt as though a pair of invisible hands was dragging my entire family toward the same abyss once more. Watching Sarah's figure disappear into the distance, I felt compelled to chase after her and beg for forgiveness. However, once again, Mia's voice cut through the moment. "Grandma, you're so annoying! Why can't you just leave Mommy alone? She hates you right now. If you keep bothering her, she might actually kill herself."