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\u201cWhat\u2019s this? Some old, cheap ring in a pathetic-looking box? You were greedy then, and you\u2019ll always be! Out from my wedding!\u201d Emma hissed at her poor old granny when she got a small red box as her wedding present. The young woman threw it away in disgust, but when the box clicked open, she stood back in shock.<\/p>\n
Emma was getting married, and a part of her couldn\u2019t believe it. Her fianc\u00e9, Dylan, was a loving, caring, and accomplished man, so when he popped the question to Emma after their whirlwind courtship, she gladly said, \u201cYes!\u201d<\/p>\n
After taking the wedding vows and finishing the rituals came the time for the bride and groom\u2019s performance. All eyes were set on Emma and Dylan as they danced together, and Emma felt like she was on top of the world.<\/p>\n
Then as the performance drew closer to the end, she noticed the hotel manager, Mr. Scotliff, rushing toward her and Dylan.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m very sorry for intruding on this lovely couple, but I wouldn\u2019t have if it weren\u2019t a pressing matter,\u201d he said shakily.<\/p>\n
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Dylan and Emma exchanged a confused glance.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t understand\u2026what\u2019s wrong, sir?\u201d Dylan asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone has been asking to meet your fianc\u00e9e, sir. A woman. We can\u2019t let her in because she\u2019s not on the guest list. But she insists on meeting you, ma\u2019am. Martha\u2026that\u2019s what she told me her name was,\u201d said the manager.<\/p>\n
\u201cGran?\u201d Emma gasped. \u201cWhat is she doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe tried talking to her, but she wouldn\u2019t leave until she met you,\u201d Mr. Scotliff admitted helplessly.<\/p>\n
Emma sighed. \u201cActually, I\u2019ll take care of it. I\u2019ll be right back, Dylan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, Emma, are you sure you\u2019ll be OK by yourself?\u201d he asked. \u201cI can come with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma smiled. \u201cI\u2019ll be fine. I got this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma lifted her wedding gown and hurried out the hall after Mr. Scotliff.<\/p>\n
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Martha\u2019s delicate face brightened with a smile as she looked at her granddaughter from head to toe.<\/p>\n
Emma looked gorgeous in her wedding dress!<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, my beautiful baby! You look just perfect, darling,\u201d Martha smiled, reaching for Emma\u2019s hand, but the young woman stepped back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you here? Aren\u2019t you done ruining my life?\u201d Emma snarled. \u201cI don\u2019t think I ever invited you!\u201d<\/p>\n
Martha nodded in tears. \u201cI know, darling. I wasn\u2019t invited, but I couldn\u2019t help but come. You see, I don\u2019t have a thousand granddaughters.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cI didn\u2019t sign up for your emotional drama! I have to go,\u201d Emma said, turning around to leave, but she wouldn\u2019t until she had vented out all her frustration on Martha.<\/p>\n
\u201cBy the way, Gran, don\u2019t be too upset about not being on the wedding guest list!\u201d she snapped, turning to face Martha.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not just you who\u2019s missing from that list! I think you\u2019ve forgotten about my dad. He isn\u2019t present here either! Have you forgotten your sins?\u201d<\/p>\n
Martha lowered her eyes to hide her tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, dear\u2026\u201d she whispered. \u201cI do regret what I did. And you can hate me, darling, if that soothes your heart. You\u2019ve still got your parents watching over you from heaven, sweetheart! They must be so proud of the lovely woman you\u2019ve become! I only came over to give you a wedding gift, darling,\u201d Martha approached Emma and handed her a jewelry box.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was all I could get you,\u201d she said, holding her hands. \u201cI hope you like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d Emma said disgustingly as she looked at the red jewelry box. \u201cA tiny piece of cheap jewelry? How did you get it in the first place? Did you steal it from someone?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cOh dear, I\u2014\u201d Before Martha would finish, Emma cut her off.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf it weren\u2019t for your greed, my father would be here today! And he would\u2019ve been the happiest to see me get married. He would walk me down the aisle, and\u2026\u201d Emma\u2019s tears choked her as she continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust get lost! I don\u2019t want to see you ever again!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hope you don\u2019t hate me forever, sweetheart,\u201d Martha said sadly. \u201cPlease know that I have always adored you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The older woman then walked away from Emma, leaning on her cane.<\/p>\n
As Emma stood there alone, she couldn\u2019t help but think about the day that had planted so much hatred and disgust in her heart for Martha.<\/p>\n
Years ago, on that day, Emma was at the lawyer\u2019s office. Her palms were sweaty from nervousness, and her heart was racing in her chest as her father\u2019s lawyer, Mr. Morgan, walked in.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, I\u2019m afraid it\u2019s not good news,\u201d the lawyer said, sitting across from her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father\u2019s case isn\u2019t progressing as we had expected it would.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s not going to jail, is he?\u201d Emma asked, horrified.<\/p>\n
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\u201cNot yet,\u201d Mr. Morgan replied. \u201cBut I\u2019m not sure how long it will be before he does. The truth is, we don\u2019t have any options right now. But luckily, we got one last choice. The plaintiff is willing to enter into a pre-trial agreement. If we agree to compensate them, we can save your father. Here,\u201d Mr. Morgan scribbled something on a scrap of paper and handed it to Emma.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh no! But this is\u2026\u201d Emma\u2019s hands went to her mouth in shock as she glanced at the note.<\/p>\n
Mr. Morgan had written the compensation amount, and it was huge. She would never be able to afford that kind of money.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026I don\u2019t have so much money. And I don\u2019t know how I\u2019ll get it, Mr. Morgan. Do we not have another way out? I\u2019m sure there must be something\u2026\u201d Emma asked desperately.<\/p>\n
Mr. Morgan let out a sigh. \u201cWe have this one chance to get your father\u2019s name cleared, dear. If I were you, I would do anything in my power to save him. Take out a loan, ask a friend\u2026you know, do whatever you can. This is our last shot, Emma. Now if you\u2019ll excuse me\u2026I have other folks waiting for me outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Emma was devastated as she left Mr. Morgan\u2019s office that day. She didn\u2019t have any friends who could loan her such a huge amount, and her part-time job paid her peanuts.<\/p>\n
The girl had no idea how she would get the money until\u2026she remembered Gran Martha. Emma was confident Gran Martha would help her out as it was about family.<\/p>\n
So she went straight to her grandmother\u2019s house from the lawyer\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma?\u201d The older woman was surprised to see an exhausted, panting Emma on her doorstep. \u201cWhat\u2019s happened to you, honey? Oh dear, you look so pale! Let me guess\u2026it\u2019s the lawyer! What did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI ran the entire distance. I need help, Gran,\u201d Emma said breathlessly. \u201cIf I don\u2019t pay the plaintiff, Dad will go to jail. I can somehow manage half the money if I really, really beg my boss and friends, and I need you to contribute, but the thing is\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, relax, relax, darling! Come inside!\u201d Martha opened the door wider.<\/p>\n
Emma walked past her grandmother and sat on the couch.<\/p>\n
Martha got her some water, and Emma heaved a sigh of relief. Then she told her everything, about how desperately she needed her help.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Emma, but I really don\u2019t think I can help you,\u201d Martha shook her head. \u201cI don\u2019t have all that money you want! I\u2019m barely making ends meet, darling. And I hardly save anything after the utility bills and groceries in this economy\u2026Oh, it\u2019s been tough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease, Gran,\u201d Emma begged, holding Martha\u2019s hands. \u201cYou can help me! I don\u2019t know who else to turn to. I was thinking\u2026.maybe you could sell the bakery?<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyway, it\u2019s hardly profitable for you, and you said you had it on your mind last year\u2026selling it off. I have some of Mom\u2019s old jewelry that I can pawn, and I\u2019ll ask my boss and friends for the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martha didn\u2019t budge.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, honey,\u201d she replied, withdrawing her hand from Emma\u2019s. \u201cI\u2026I don\u2019t think I can do that. That bakery is all I have!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGran!\u201d Emma cried. \u201cIt\u2019s about Dad! Do you want him to rot in prison?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I never thought we were supposed to look out for one another. I never asked him to support me after your grandfather died! Now, should I give up on my bread and butter for his crimes?\u201d Martha frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, c\u2019mon, Gran!\u201d Emma jumped to her feet. \u201cHe\u2019s family, and you still won\u2019t help him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you\u2019ll hate me, Emma, but my answer won\u2019t change,\u201d Martha said sternly, looking away from her granddaughter. \u201cYou are wasting your time here, sweetheart. Selling the bakery is out of the question! Sorry, but that\u2019s all I have to say!\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma couldn\u2019t believe it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI HATE YOU, Gran! I hate you!\u201d she screamed as she dashed out the front door.<\/p>\n
And she never went back to Martha\u2019s house. In fact, that day, Emma sank onto a random sidewalk and cried her heart out, knowing she had lost another loved one. Her father was all she had now.<\/p>\n
Emma\u2019s mother died when she was only three, so Emma\u2019s dad raised her. But now that he needed help, she found herself helpless. She still had time on her hands to get the money, but she had no idea how she would do it.<\/p>\n
But Emma tried. She asked practically everyone she knew but couldn\u2019t raise the amount she needed.<\/p>\n
When her dad was sent to prison, Emma visited him regularly, telling him how much she missed him back home.<\/p>\n
One day, months after her father was sentenced to prison, Emma got a call. She was stocking up for the month at the local grocery store when her phone began to ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello,\u201d Emma answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I speaking with Mr. Colby\u2019s daughter?\u201d a man\u2019s voice appeared on the other end of the line. \u201cThis is Inspector Harrison, ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes? What is this about?\u201d Emma asked.<\/p>\n
Emma listened in shock and horror as Officer Harrison continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m very sorry, ma\u2019am,\u201d he said. \u201cYour father\u2026I don\u2019t know how to say this, but\u2026he died late last night. He experienced a heart attack, and the paramedics couldn\u2019t save him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma\u2019s grocery bags slipped through her fingers. She could barely process what she had heard. She somehow got herself a taxi and headed to the station, thinking it was all a bad dream. Her father couldn\u2019t be dead!<\/p>\n
But as Emma arrived and saw her father\u2019s pale body under the thin white linen, her tears didn\u2019t stop. She felt as if her heart had stopped beating, and she didn\u2019t have a purpose to live!<\/p>\n
Emma would never forgive her grandmother. As she wrapped her arms around her father\u2019s still body and cried, she couldn\u2019t stop cursing Martha.<\/p>\n
If that woman had sold that damned bakery, Jonathan would be alive!<\/p>\n
Emma organized her father\u2019s funeral and bid him goodbye. But she visited him every single day to tell him how much she missed him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Dad! How are you doing today?\u201d she\u2019d ask, running her fingertips across the etching on the cold stone.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the beloved memory of Jonathan,\u201d it read.<\/p>\n
And with every visit to Johathan\u2019s grave, Emma\u2019s anger towards Martha only deepened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Dad,\u201d she would then tell him. \u201cI\u2019m back to tell you that your daughter was a bad daughter. I\u2019m sorry I couldn\u2019t help you.\u201d<\/p>\n
And Emma would replace the old wilted flowers with fresh ones and sit with her father until the sun settled behind the skies and the moon took over. Then she\u2019d head home and return the next day.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma! Emma!\u201d Dylan\u2019s voice snapped Emma out of her thoughts.<\/p>\n
\u201cUh, huh, what\u2026what happened?\u201d she asked, confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s your Gran?\u201d he asked, looking about. \u201cDidn\u2019t you say you were going to meet her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe left\u2026\u201d Emma sighed. \u201cFor good. Let\u2019s head inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
As she was leaving, Emma realized her hands weren\u2019t empty.<\/p>\n
She looked down and noticed she was still holding the little box Martha had given her.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma, are you OK?\u201d Dylan asked, touching her shoulder.<\/p>\n
Emma\u2019s eyes welled up, but she nodded. \u201cMore than ever, Dylan,\u201d she said. \u201cMore than ever!\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma was filled with disgust as she looked at the old jewelry box in her hands. \u201cWhat an ugly thing!\u201d she cried, throwing it away.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh god!\u201d Dylan gasped. \u201cWhy would you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
The box snapped open as it landed on the ground, and a ring rolled out.<\/p>\n
Emma noticed the giant emerald stone on the ring had fallen off, and something spilled from under it.<\/p>\n
A slew of tiny, glittering stones had fallen out and lay scattered on the ground.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, is that\u2026\u201d Emma couldn\u2019t believe her eyes as she knelt down to pick up the stones.<\/p>\n
They were not just shiny stones. They were diamonds. REAL diamonds.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did she afford this?\u201d Emma wondered aloud. \u201cThey\u2019re diamonds, Dylan!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, what\u2019s this\u2026\u201d Dylan picked up the folded piece of paper that had fallen near the box.<\/p>\n
As he untied the crimson ribbon around it and unfolded it, he realized it was a note from Martha.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should read this, Emma,\u201d Dylan suggested, his eyes fixed on the paper. \u201cRight now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma took the note from Dylan and began reading\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cDear Emma,\u201d it began. \u201cMy beautiful baby girl\u2026Oh, my heart aches to think it might be the last time I\u2019m calling you that. I know you hate me for what I did, dear. I never wanted to tell you the truth this way, but I don\u2019t think the Lord has left me with a choice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father was not a nice man, Emma. He did some awful things and always got into trouble! When you came to me and asked me to help him, I didn\u2019t have the heart to tell you what type of man he was because you had looked up to him your entire life.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know I could have saved your father from prison, but he didn\u2019t deserve my kindness, nor did he deserve yours. This wasn\u2019t his first trip to the jail. He kept things from you\u2026things I don\u2019t want to talk about.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t sell the bakery because I wanted to save money for your brighter future. I knew how broken you\u2019d be once your father left to serve for his deeds. I was devastated, darling, when I learned he had died. But can we change fate?<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know if you\u2019ll let go of the hatred in your heart for me, but I wanted to give you the loveliest wedding present. The second half of your gift will be given to you by my lawyer. I wish you a blissful and happy married life, Emma. You should know your grandmother loved you.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Love, Martha.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, my god\u2026\u201d Emma gasped, and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. \u201cDylan, I\u2019ve done something terrible! Something very, very, terrible!\u201d<\/p>\n
The next day, Emma drove to Martha\u2019s house. She knew it had been two years since she had visited her, but she was hopeful that after all this time, she could still reconcile with her grandma.<\/p>\n
But as Emma pulled over in front of Martha\u2019s house, she saw two big trucks parked outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cPackers & Movers,\u201d read the label on them.<\/p>\n
Then Emma saw a young couple in Martha\u2019s yard.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me?\u201d she asked one of the men unloading furniture from the truck. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, but what\u2019s happening here? This is my grandmother\u2019s house! Who are those people in the front yard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUh, I have no idea about your granny, lady\u2026I\u2019m just here on consignment. We help families move,\u201d the man shrugged. \u201cAnyway, I gotta go!\u201d<\/p>\n
Desperate for answers, Emma knocked on the door of Martha\u2019s next-door neighbor, an elderly widow named Judy.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, the door opened, and Judy appeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my, my!\u201d she gasped, lowering her glasses. \u201cIs that you, Emma?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Judy! Umm, how are you?\u201d Emma asked with a smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, wonderful as ever. What are you doing here, darling? I was saddened to hear about Martha,\u201d Judy said as Emma followed her inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? What do you mean?\u201d Emma\u2019s heart skipped a beat. \u201cWhat happened to Gran?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh!\u201d Judy pursed her lips. \u201cSo, you don\u2019t know? Martha moved out a week ago. Or was it two weeks ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWeeks ago?\u201d asked Emma. \u201cBut why? Why did she move out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, honey,\u201d Judy sighed. \u201cMartha was very lonely, especially after her diagnosis.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Emma gasped. \u201cBut Gran\u2026didn\u2019t tell me anything!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, maybe she didn\u2019t want to worry you. She was ill. Stage 4 cancer, the doctors said,\u201d Judy said sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, my God! Judy, tell me, where is she?\u201d Emma demanded. \u201cShe sold the house\u2026and she came to meet me yesterday, saying she wanted to give me the last present\u2026She gave me all that she had!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, that\u2019s so like your grandmother,\u201d Judy said, shaking her head. \u201cShe loved you with all her heart.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll her conversations were about you, around you. She could have paid for treatment and tried to live a little longer. And I asked her why she wasn\u2019t doing it. She said she was saving all the money for you, that she wouldn\u2019t use it for herself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe this. All this while, I had no idea\u2026\u201d Emma whispered. \u201cI want to see her. Please tell me, where is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank\u2019s. Her old friend. I hope you have all your answers now!\u201d Judy finished rather stiffly, making Emma realize what she had done.<\/p>\n
Emma looked into Judy\u2019s sad eyes and felt guilty. She had hated the woman who loved her the most in the world. Emma hated the woman who refused to get treated and didn\u2019t mind dying for her. She had hated the woman whose last wish was to see her granddaughter!<\/p>\n
Emma left Judy\u2019s house in tears and drove to \u201cFrank\u2019s,\u201d the local motel. When she was rather young, her parents and Martha often visited it for holidays. But the motel had degraded in recent years, and their business was slowing down.<\/p>\n
Emma\u2019s tears wouldn\u2019t stop as she drove all the way, hoping to hold her grandmother tightly and tell her she was sorry.<\/p>\n
She would beg for her forgiveness and see her petite face lit up with a small smile, a smile she would cherish all her life, and then she would never leave her alone, never part with her grandmother.<\/p>\n
Emma dashed to the reception as she arrived. \u201cMartha\u2026or maybe, Mrs. Delaney\u2026 She must have booked a room some nights ago,\u201d she told the receptionist.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you are\u2026\u201d asked the woman, searching the records. \u201cYes, she has, but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m her granddaughter!\u201d Emma replied hastily. \u201cWhat\u2019s her room number?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMa\u2019am\u2026\u201d The receptionist rose to her feet. \u201cWe thought she didn\u2019t have any family. We didn\u2019t find anything in her luggage that pointed us to any relatives. She passed away last night\u2026in one of our rooms. Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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