I Was Paid to Pretend to Be a Blind Veteran’s Granddaughter Every Sunday—But After He Passed Away, His Final Wish Changed My Life Forever

I don’t want him spending his final years feeling abandoned.”

I nodded.

“What exactly do I have to do?”

“Just spend Sundays with him. Talk. Listen. Have lunch.”

“And pretend to be his granddaughter?”

Linda looked down.

“Yes.”

The answer felt heavy.

But I accepted.

The first Sunday was awful.

I was nervous the entire drive.

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