Will Hung With Pride
Jenna was by my side the whole time, humming a little tune as we worked. We put up the will—the document Grandma so wisely drafted—right above the kitchen sink.
It felt like a trophy placed there for me by fate. Jenna laughed, teasing, ‘That’s going to be some conversation starter!
‘ I chuckled back, feeling the strength of those words hanging for everyone to see. It was like Grandma’s quiet approval echoed from it.