After losing my mom at seven, Grandma June became my whole world. She packed my lunches, cheered at every school event, and reminded me I could still find joy even when life hurt. When my dad remarried, his new wife Carla seemed polite at first — until she made it clear she didn’t like Grandma around. She rolled her eyes at Grandma’s homemade gifts, mocked her simplicity, and treated her like she didn’t belong in our lives. Still, Grandma kept showing up — with kindness that only made Carla’s resentment worse.