“That man… in the photo, Jess… he’s your grandfather.”
I froze, trying to process her words. My grandfather? My mom had never mentioned him, and as far as I knew, he was not part of our lives. I always assumed he had passed away or just wasn’t interested in our family. My fingers trembled as I held the phone to my ear.
“Mom, how is that possible? You’ve never talked about him,” I stammered, my mind racing back through years of old family pictures and stories shared over dinners.
She sighed, her voice heavy with a mix of emotions. “He and I had a falling out years ago, long before you were born. It was over something… well, something I thought was unforgivable at the time. But he must have found a way to keep track of you. When you posted that picture, I recognized him immediately.”
