My name is Margaret, and I’m 71. When my husband died, my world fell apart. The only thing that kept me going was my grandson, Timmy. This sweetest boy brought a smile back into my life! But six months ago, my son and DIL cut me out of their lives, forbidding me from seeing him. No explanation, nothing — they just shut me out. I hadn’t cried so much since my husband’s funeral. My heart was breaking.
Days ago, I went to them again. My DIL opened the door, already blocking my way. “I told you, Margaret. You’re not welcome here. Timmy doesn’t want to see you either!” Before I could say a word, she slammed the door in my face! Gosh, tears welled up in my eyes. I turned to leave, but suddenly, I heard a voice from the second floor. My little Timmy!
“Grandma, catch! It’s REALLY IMPORTANT!” he shouted and threw a paper airplane from the window. Then, just as quickly, he disappeared.
