Then my aunt Linda called. She had received the same invitation. Within an hour, our family group chat was filled with
anxious messages.
My 87-year-old grandmother called the entire family in tears and said, “Come to my house on Sunday—This will be our last dinner together.
“Maybe the doctor gave her bad news.”
“She has looked exhausted lately.”
Trying Meal Kits
“Why didn’t she tell us anything before?”
My brother even suggested calling Grandma’s doctor, but we knew they wouldn’t tell us anything without her permission.
I spent the entire day imagining the worst.
Exploring Maternity Wear
I remembered how Grandma had asked me to take her old family albums the previous week. I remembered that two days
earlier, she had given her favorite vase to a neighbor. At the time, I hadn’t thought much of it.
Now every little thing felt like a farewell.
Learning New Languages
By 5:45 that evening, we were already outside her house. There were so many cars parked along both sides of the street that
I realized Grandma hadn’t invited only us. My aunt, uncle, cousins, and even relatives who lived out of town had come.
