I Thought My Parents Died Saving Me in a Fire—My Grandmother’s Final Letter Revealed a Horrifying Truth

“Why?”

“Everyone else seems okay.”

I smiled softly.

“No, sweetheart.”

She looked up.

“What if I’m broken?”

For a moment, I heard Grandma’s voice.

Clear as sunlight.

Warm as home.

I placed a hand over the child’s tiny fingers.

Then I repeated the words that had followed me my entire life.

“Broken things can still carry light.”

The girl smiled.

Just a little.

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