Tears filled my eyes. Could this be true? My grandparents had lied to me?

“Why would they do that?” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and confusion.

“I don’t know, Sarah. But I’m here now. I’ve always wanted to be part of your life,” he said softly.

I saw my grandparents sitting in the audience, smiling and waving at me. My emotions were in turmoil. I couldn’t believe they had lied to me for so long. I marched over to them, anger boiling inside me.

“Leave,” I said loudly, my voice trembling with rage.

Grandma’s smile faded. “Sarah, what’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes filling with tears.

“Leave now!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the hall. People turned to look.

Grandpa stood up slowly, his face pale. “Sarah, please, talk to us. What’s happening?”

“You lied to me! You kept my father away from me all these years. Just go!” I insisted.

My father approached me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Thank you, Sarah. I know this is hard.”

“Why did they lie?” I asked, tears streaming down my face.

“I don’t know, but we can talk about it,” he said gently. “Let’s get through today first.”

Later, I sat across from my father in a quiet corner of the cafe, my coffee growing cold in front of me. I studied him, trying to reconcile the man before me with the stories my grandparents had told.

“So,” I began, my voice trembling slightly, “tell me everything. Start from the beginning.”

He sighed and took a sip of his coffee. “It’s a long story, Sarah. But you deserve to know the truth.”

He paused, collecting his thoughts. “When your mother and I first got together, everything was great. We were young and in love. But your grandparents never liked me. They thought I wasn’t good enough for her.”

CONTINUE READING ON THE NEXT PAGE

Advertisement: