I stared at my phone, my mind racing. My grandfather? The man who had been leaving me generous tips every Sunday at Denny’s was the grandfather I had never met? I couldn’t believe it.“Mom, are you sure?” I asked, my voice a mixture of disbelief and hope.“Yes, Jess. I’m sure,” she replied, her voice filled with emotion. “I haven’t seen him in years, but I’d recognize him anywhere.
We had a falling out a long time ago, and I guess he… just slipped away from our lives.”As my mom spoke, pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. The reason why he always sat in my section of the diner, why he left the exact same amount every week, and why he had finally used my name. He knew who I was all along.“Why didn’t you ever tell me about him?” I asked softly.
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