I raised my grandson from the age of two after his parents abandoned him. When he was 12, his mother suddenly returned with a lawyer and took him away. I had no choice but to let him go, and for six years, I heard nothing.
On his eighteenth birthday, he knocked on my door. He hugged me, handed me a set of house keys, and told me he was finally coming home. He had rented a house for both of us, using his savings so we could live together again.
After years apart, love brought him back where he truly belonged.
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