My Grandmother Says She's Sorry Novels & Stories

Wayne waved his hand impatiently. “It was just soup. It didn’t even scald you. “Besides, Aiden has a point. Look at you. You don’t even know the basics of the language. You can’t even have a proper conversation with him. “Other grandfathers all over the world are bilingual or even trilingual. They can play football and do crafts with their grandchildren. “But look at you. Besides cooking, you just sit there smoking. That’s it. You’re useless.” Aiden became more emboldened. He pointed at me and said, “Exactly! If you weren’t so stubborn about staying alive, Grandma Sloane and Grandpa Wallace could’ve come back years ago and lived in a big house!”

“She was clearly at fault. What’s wrong with us making a few remarks?” “Also, she’s way too immature. How can someone who drives a pink car to work possibly handle…” Grandpa snorted coldly. “This pink car is mine.” The crowd froze, and the words were caught in their throats. After a long pause, someone finally stammered out, “O-Oh… so that’s your car, Mr. Reid. Pink is such a lovely, delicate color. It really suits you and gives you a more youthful appearance.” Grandpa broke into a bitter, angry laugh as he saw how quickly everyone changed their tune.

"And all this time, it was you who got Samson killed! You monster!" Her voice broke as she sobbed. "Samson... I'm so sorry. I’m so sorry." My father looked down at me, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes. Blood streamed down my arm without stopping. I collapsed onto the floor, numb and dazed, gathering the torn scraps of my paintings into my arms one piece at a time. At the doorway, my mother held Samuel as though she recovered something precious she had once lost. "I knew it," she whispered through her tears. "I knew Samson had found his way back to me."

I apologized. "I hope it serves as a lesson to your secretary, Mr. Mace," Grandmother replied coldly to Dum. I glance at grandmother with a surprised expression after her unexpected comments, as if she is side with the jerk who originally disrespected her. Grandmother just communicated with me through her eyes, instructing me to do what she said in order to avoid further issues. "I am really sorry" I apologize again pretending to be sincere. Grandmother simply nodded and turned to face Mr.Dadds with an angered expression. "You, Mr.Dadds, grasping Mr.Mace's secretary's face is not a smart move; you should not do that!" Grandmother lectured the jerk.

"So what if it was me? That old hag gave Natalie snacks behind my back and never gave me any! She deserved to die!" Hearing the truth with his own ears, Dad staggered several steps back, barely able to stay upright. He couldn't believe that over something so petty, a teenager could actually harm her own grandmother and feel no remorse afterward. Devastated, he turned to Mom and shouted, "Samantha! Look at what you've turned Vonnie into! She never studied, always stole money to hang out with her friends—fine, whatever. "But now she killed her own grandmother and slandered her sister?"

I cling to him, taking in his frail, weak appearance with a rapidly breaking heart. If anything happens to my grandpa… “Are you okay, grandpa? Are you hurt?” “I’m fine, my sunshine.” He smiles brightly, running a hand through my hair. “I’m okay. Everything is fine.” I hold his gaze for a long, long time, struggling to speak past the lump in my throat. “Everything that happened is my fault. The attack at the wedding, grandma’s death… it’s all my fault. I’m so sorry, grandpa. I’m so, so sorry.”

Grandma just sneered before speaking harshly. “You should’ve listened to what Alexander had to say first. You even hurt Vivien. My grandson only went there for work. I don’t want this to happen again, Loraine.” “Y-yes, Grandma. I’m really sorry.” Grandma turned her back on them and faced me again. This time, she was smiling. “How about you, my dear? Are you okay? Aren’t you injured or anything?” I smiled back, bowed my head slightly as a sign of respect, then spoke.

Helena snapped at her. Samantha gulped and realized what she did was a big mistake. She closed her eyes tightly before opening them. The blunder was already done, now nothing can be done apart from collecting the pieces of her mistake. "I… I understand, grandma. I am sorry. I just realized my mistake. I wasn't thinking straight. I am really stressed about the things going on in my life and hence those frustrations came out like that in front of you. I don't mean any of them. I am sorry. You know I love you right? I respect you a lot, grandma." She apologized with a lot of sincerity and pity on her face. She obviously didn't mean any of them from heart.

I yell back without thinking, and I hear the sound before I process what she's done. The force of the slap has my head hanging left for a second. My grandmother has never hit me before. This... "Aria," she sighs, and slumps her shoulder. "My child, I love you more than anything, and when I saw you with-I thought-" she breaks down. I hate seeing my grandmother weak, or in tears. I know she worries for me. That's why she acted the way she did yesterday, but I still can't understand it. I reach out for her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. Please forgive me, grandmother."

"I'm sorry, Grandmother. Your grandson wants to save his pride from those who have stepped on me in the past. Was I wrong?" ***