After saying goodbye to my grandma, I went back to her house to collect the last of her things. My husband was impatient, practically PUSHING me to sell the place. "We need the money, not your memories," he said, barely hiding his irritation. The air around the old porch still smelled like her — lavender soap, herbal tea, and something warm and familiar that made my throat tighten. The funeral had drained me; the gray sky felt as heavy as the silence in the house. I sat on her bed — the same one

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